THE 



MONTHLY MAGAZINE 



OP 

 POLITICS, LITERATURE, AND THE BELLES LETTRES. 



VOL. IX.] FEBRUARY, 1830. [No. 50. 



MOTHER SHIPTON'S PROPHECIES. 



LISTEN, listen, all good people, 



All who go to bed betimes ; 

 All who live by church and steeple, 



Hark to Mother Shipton's rhymes ! 

 In the year that's now beginning, 



Neck-and-heels in frost and snow, 

 Noble Lords shall go on sinning, 

 Till they're called to go below. 

 All confusion, 



All profusion, ^ 



Getting credit where they can ; 

 Till the Rabbis 

 Seize their abbeys, 

 All from Beersheba to Dan. 

 Such the shoals great Lords are stript on. 

 Hark! the rhymes of Mother Shipton! 



In the year that's now beginning, 



Rothschild, fortune's first postillion, 

 Kings' and people's shillings winning, 



Shall be richer by a million : 

 Fifty yellow-muzzled Smouches 



Shall be German barons made ; 

 Noble blood is in their pouches, 

 Glory's in the old clothes' trade. 

 Ancient rag-men, 

 Bearded bag-men, 

 Shall ennoble Austria's line ; 

 Attic-dwellers, 

 Lords of cellars, 



Shall in courts and councils shine, 

 Where their Jewish hides were whipt on.- 

 Hark ! the rhymes of Mother Shipton! 

 M.M. New Series. VOL. IX. No. 50. Q 



