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Till scarce (on such destruction bent) 



A quiet place is known, 

 Where still his seat in parliament 



A man can call his own. 



Then SLAVES were freed ; and, though the game 



Be freely bought and sold, 

 No longer can the African 



Be 'chang'd " for love or gold ;" 

 Now men in ebony no more 



By men in white are chained, 

 Although 'tis clear God's image e'er 



In ink should be disdained. 



The Company's decrees supreme 



No longer rule the East, 

 Nor planters' care of blacks the theme 



Of good men in the West ; 

 America, and Asia too, 



Must own the hated sway, 

 Above their will this power new 



E'en lords of slaves obey. 



New victims yet, our strongholds stormed 



Yield to the monster will, 

 E'en CORPORATIONS are reformed, 



And debtors plead their BILL ; 

 The church now tottering to her fall, 



The MARRIAGE ACT appears, 

 And couples matrimonial 



(Without her) binds in pairs. 



Another year the BALLOT-BOX 



May votes plebeian mate, 

 And no man know the orthodox 



Upon his own estate ; 

 The Duke no more his maxim deal 



To each (his merit known), 

 " Let every man do as he will 



With that which is his own." 



In short, I know but one thing left 



Of all our ancient boasts, 

 Of every privilege bereft, 



We dine, and drink our toasts. 

 May Orangemen in Erin rise 



To save the falling State, 

 And king O'Connell seek the skies 



A halter be his fate 1 



Long life to glorious Cumberland ! 



May Carlos rule in Spain ! 

 And Miguelites in number land 



On Portugal's fair main ! 

 Success to good queen Adelaide ! 



Convert our gracious King ! 

 And Heaven preserve the Royal Maid 



Beneath our Tory wing ! 



Encombe, Christmas-day, 1836. 



