THE 



MONTHLY MAGAZINE 



OP 

 POLITICS, LITERATURE, AND THE BELLES LETTRES. 



VOL. IX.] JUNE, 1830. [No. 54. 



PETITION TO THE KING OF THE BEGGARS ! 



HEAR your lovers, first of princes ; 



Men whose conscience never winces ; 

 Hear your kinsmen, last of kings. 



Each with fifty stars and strings : 



We 're no Hackballs nor McGregors ; 



We 're your Teutchsland high blood beggars. 



Hear your royal Cobourg brothers, 



Hear your house's hundred mothers ; 

 Hear your twice a hundred cousins, 



Hear their mistresses by dozens ; 



Hear us while you have an ear, 



Hear the royal " near and dear." 



Now that you have touch'd John Bull ; 



Blockhead, when his purse is full, 

 Thinking 'twill be never empty, 



Not a sixpence left to tempt ye ; 



Just six hundred thousand pounds 



Made your own on "public grounds." 



Sixty tftbusand touch'd for Claremont, 



Rearing gooseberries and spear-mint; 

 Fifty thousand more for spoons, 



Fifty more for pantaloons, 



Fifty more for cab and carriage, 



Handsome pay, we own, for marriage ! 



True, the nation boutiquiere 



Gave thee the eternal sneer ; 

 True, its scribblers, Heaven confound them ! 



Spatter' d endless ink around them ; 



True, the Press (the devil's invention !) 



Talked of slicing down your pension. 

 M.M. New Series. Vol. IX. No. 54. 4 I 



