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THE 
 
 P -E’s JUBILEE; 
 
 11 -/ Revels!! 
 
 4€ I sing of that grand Jubilee, 
 
 ** Where Johnny Bull and family 
 44 Saw gay balloons, in air that, ride, 
 u And many an air-built scheme beside# 
 u I sing of miracles and wonders. 
 
 Of Accidents, Sea-Fights, and Blunders s 
 
 et A P-e, beside, you all admire, 
 
 * f Who set the Serpentine on Fire!! 
 
 “-That day St. Giles's seat of fame, 
 
 “"Where hardy Pats', those souls of flame, 
 
 “ On .Sundays who the/battled field 
 u Dare Tempt, and stout shileluhs wield, 
 
 <€ From garret high and cellar deep. 
 
 Sent forth each Hodman, Dustman, Sweep, 
 “ To celet rate the Jubilee, 
 
 " And join in R—1 Revelry ! 1” 
 
 
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 I sing of that grand Jubilee, 
 
 Where Johnny Bull and family 
 Saw gay balloons , in air that ride, 
 
 And many an air-built scheme beside. 
 
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 I sing of miracles and wonders, 
 
 Of accidents, sea-fights, and blunders; 
 
 -A- P-e, beside, you all admire, 
 
 Who set the Serpentine on fire „ 
 
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 And, more surprizing to be nam’d, 
 
 A Q-n, (for giving though not fam’d,) 
 
 Who gave that day, as I’m a sinner, 
 
 To full three hundred guests —a dinner! 
 
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 Awake, O! muse, and strike the lyre! 
 
 A strain of more than usual jire 
 Those scenes of revelry demand, 
 
 Where Jireworks shone on every hand! 
 
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 Assist me with some loftier lay 
 To celebrate that matchless day, 
 
 When all, through proud Augusta,* went. 
 From each deserted tenement, 
 
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 The curious crowd in length’ning rows, 
 
 To see our mighty R-t’s shows ; 
 
 When from Mile-end's remoter bound, 
 
 Unto St. James’s courtly ground; 
 
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 From Hampstead, deckt in bowery pride, 
 Down High gates perforated side, 
 
 In many a stream, both wide and long, 
 Came Population’s ample throng; 
 
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 When all the fashion Hoxton yields. 
 
 And Shore's fam’d Ditch and Spital-Fields ; 
 And beauty did in torrents pour 
 From Limehouse and from JVapping's shore 
 # London. 
 
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 That day St. Giles's seat of fame, 
 
 Where hardy Pats, those souls of flame, 
 On Sundays who the ’battled field 
 Dare ’tempt, and stout shilelahs wield, 
 
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 From garret high, and cellar deep, 
 
 Sent forth each hodman, dustman, sweep, 
 To celebrate the Jubilee, 
 
 And join in R-1 revelry; 
 
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 With good tobacco, gin, and beer, 
 
 To spend the day in jovial cheer, 
 
 And (votaries of Peace I vow !) 
 
 To end it with a friendly row ! 
 
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 That day our mighty R .- t’s will 
 
 Bade Pleasure reign and Work stand still; 
 That day, when (bus’ness at a stop,) 
 
 Each master mourn’d his vacant shop ; 
 
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 While journeymen, with spirits high. 
 
 Made every hard-earned shilling fly; 
 
 Nor thought of children or of spouse. 
 
 Sore pinch’d by this their gay carouse; 
 
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 Till Saturday, with heavy gloom, 
 
 Sent each reluctant to his home, 
 
 To bear the weight of many a curse. 
 
 On idle sport and empty purse, 
 
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 As if, from great example, he 
 Thought it became the Jubilee, 
 
 To celebrate the end of wars, 
 
 With quarrels and domestic jars ; 
 
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 That day, intended all so glad 
 
 John Bull for joy should run stark mad; 
 
 Nor like his betters, scarcely sober, 
 
 Be found from August till October; 
 
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 That day, when R-1 Parks in nse 
 
 Erewhile for field-days and reviews, 
 
 Where oft our good K—g G-e the Third, 
 
 His milk-white charger proudly spurr’d, 
 
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 And prancing o’er the verdant plain, 
 
 Beheld elate the martial train 
 Manoeuvre, exercise, march, wheel, 
 
 And charge, with military zeal; 
 
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 Where erst on George’s natal day, 
 
 Drawn forth in soldier’s proud array. 
 From shop and shop-board, sons of fame, 
 With loyal ardour panting came, 
 
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 To see their sov’reign, and to prove 
 That not to those of rank above 
 Are bright accomplishments confin’d,— 
 That men who counters serve behind 
 
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 Could serve their country, too, with pride; 
 That haply grocers aprons hide, 
 
 As manly parts and courage good, 
 
 As Prince can boast of R-1 Blood; 
 
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 And that a draper, though he stand 
 In shop all day, with yard in hand. 
 May be as brave at soldier’s work 
 E’en as our gallant D — ■ of Y—k; 
 
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 Yes, this proud field was open’d free, 
 For low Plebeian revelry. 
 
 For all the noisy, motley crew 
 Of Smithfield's Saint-BARTHOLOMEw; 
 
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 To sausage-sellers, sleight of hand-men. 
 Drovers, donkey, dray, and sand men; 
 
 To reeling coblers, vulgar mimes, 
 
 And beasts, too, from remoter climes ; 
 
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 To ups-and-downs-ingenious things. 
 
 Call’d, most prophetically ,—swings ; 
 
 To dancing, drinking, swearing, rambling. 
 Picking-pockets—E. O. gambling. 
 
 That morn young misses from their bed, 
 Sprang lightly—popp’d out each fair head; 
 And view’d with many a tearful eye, 
 
 The falling show’r—the low’ring sky: 
 
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 “ O, la, papa! pray, only view! 
 
 “ It rains! oh dear, what shall we do!” 
 
 “ Rains ?” cries old Treacle “ had I thought 
 “ Of that before I tickets bought,. 
 
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 “ A bargain with the man I’d made 
 “ About the weather’fore I paid ; 
 
 “ But, zounds ! his raree-show I see 
 “ Is like his office - lottery ! 
 
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 “ Confound it! why are men such ninnies, 
 
 “ To throw away so their half guineas; 
 
 “ But, this is owing to your mother, 
 
 “ Still mad for some new whim or other; — 
 
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 “ No mod’rate pleasure can content her, 
 
 “ Think you on the damp grass I’ll venture? 
 “ What, pay to be laid up in pain 
 “ With my rheumatic gout again ?” 
 
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 “ But tents there are, the bills explain, 
 
 “ To keep you dry, if it should rain.”— 
 
 “ Yes, tents there are, I know they tell us, 
 “ I’ve seen them,—they’re but umbrellas .”— 
 
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 “ But the Pagoda, Pa, you know, 
 
 “ And Bridge, will be a pretty show; 
 
 “ Then a Regatta there will be”— 
 
 “ Confound their foreign names,” cries he, 
 
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 “ To fleece us that another knack is, 
 
 “ With their Rig-gatto’s and Naumackeys 
 “ A rowing-match , where is the he 
 “ Would in a horse-trough go to see: 
 
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 “ If ships please your great lords and dames, 
 “ Are there not plenty in the Thames ? 
 
 “ As for that tall outlandish toy, 
 
 “ Though it may please a girl or boy , 
 
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 “ What man to see it ought to pay, 
 
 “ When he for nothing every day 
 “ May see what more should men content, 
 
 “ On Fish-Street-Hill —the Monument ! 
 
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 “ They talk of that huge Roundabout”—■ 
 
 “ Oh, dear Papa! The Sun’s come out! 
 
 “ The finest day I ever saw ! 
 
 “ Come, won’t you go and dress. Papa ? 
 
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 “ Mamma’ll excuse on no pretence, 
 
 “ She says what matters the expense ?— 
 “We sha’nt be push’d about, you know, 
 
 “ Among the vulgar and the low. 
 
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 In comes mamma—denial’s vain, 
 
 “ The like may ne’er be seen again.” 
 
 The thing is settled, they agree, 
 
 And set off for the Jubilee. 
 
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 The day’s begun—the crowd look gay* 
 Warm expectation doth display 
 Each smiling look,—they saunter, chat, 
 And pause, to gaze on this or that; 
 
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 But though I’ve heard of hapless spark, 
 Forced to perambulate the park 
 (From sore misfortune, ill at ease^) 
 
 And for a dinner count the trees; 
 
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 Yet hundreds, who had come to see 
 This memorable Jubilee, 
 
 Were forced to own—what truth to tell is, 
 That sights will not fill hungry bellies. 
 
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 Their appetites now finds relief, 
 
 In sausage, ham, or fowl, or beef; 
 
 And ladies are—though ungenteelly, 
 
 Found swigging bottled porter freely. 
 
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 But ev’ry eye’s directed soon 
 To that proud object—the balloon , 
 
 And, as its swelling sides they view, , 
 
 Inquiry runs through all the crew; 
 
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 To know with what sublime intention,, 
 
 To day is fix’d this grand ascension ? 
 
 To please John Bull, as some agree, 
 
 Or but to please her M-y ? 
 
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 To shew how easy ’tis to rise 
 Above the low, and tempt the skies; 
 
 By mere inflated airy puffing. 
 
 Devoid of more substantial stuffing. 
 
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 “ No, you are wrong,” says one, “ I swear, 
 “ Why, don’t you see Vans—t—t there, 
 
 “ Is gazing on, intent to find, 
 
 “ Some novel scheme to raise the wind” 
 
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 “ That’s not it,” says a wag hard bye, 
 
 “ To day young Sadler mounts the sky, 
 
 “ Upon a different expedition; 
 
 “ For, lest the firework Exhibition, 
 
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 “ Our R——t means to give to night, 
 
 “ Should lose effect from too muck light ; 
 
 ‘ ‘ He goes to put, from his balloon, 
 
 “ A large wet blanket o'er the moon. 
 
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 The car is fix’d—behold it rise! 
 
 With gaping mouths and wond’ring eyes 
 The cockneys cry out, as they stare, 
 
 “ How funny he must feel up there!” 
 
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 “ What, gone alone! Did they not say 
 “ A lady was to mount to day?” 
 
 “ ’Twas an impracticable thing; 
 
 “ This time she cannot take her sxving 
 
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 “ Pray, what’s the reason, do you know, 
 
 “ That Mrs. J--does not go?” 
 
 ** Why, Sadler’s net is, I am told, 
 
 “ Not strong enough loose fish to hold,” 
 
 Through fields of aether see him rove: 
 The House of Buckingham above, 
 
 Which very little now is seen, 
 
 Although the Pal—e of a Queen. 
 
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 And Carlton-Mansion, I declare, 
 
 Looks strangely dwindled from the air; 
 This seat of pomp and Pr—-—y love, 
 
 A pig-stye seems to him above . 
 
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 Behold the House of Commons too. 
 
 But as a mouse-trap to the view! 
 
 He sees, though from his lofty bearings. 
 The candle-ends and the cheese-parings. 
 
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 The brilliant car the sun-beams deck, 
 At length ’tis dwindled to a speck ; 
 
 And now the whole is seen no more$ 
 One wonder of the day is o’er 1 
 
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 Hark ! pealing cannon rend the air! 
 What crowds unto Hyde-Park repair; 
 Lament your fate, like cocks and hens. 
 Confined in your half-guinea pens. 
 
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 Ye wealthier souls forbid to go 
 And view the noblest of the show, 
 (Expos’d to vulgar souls more free) 
 
 The glorious battle on the sea! 
 
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 Another peal now rends the sky ! 
 
 “ Confound the tickets !” is the cry, 
 
 “ Zounds!” says a Cit, “ and did I pay 
 “ To keep me from the sights away, 
 
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 “ While those without a stiver run, 
 
 “ Indulging freely in the fun ? 
 
 “ Just like a sheep in fold to cram me, 
 
 “ ’Tis too bad! if I bear it, d—me!” 
 
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 Another broadside shakes the ground. 
 And swift succeeding cannon sound ! 
 
 “ Zounds ! ’tis enough to drive one mad, 
 Confine us here! it is too bad !” 
 
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 “ Pray, sir, be calm !”—“ Calm ! don’t tell me, 
 “ I tell you the French fleet’s at sea; 
 
 “ I’ll not stay here, my country calls— 
 
 “ Old England and her Wooden Walls.” 
 
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 O, what a goodly sight to see. 
 
 Well worthy Britain’s Jubilee! 
 
 In dread array each hostile fleet. 
 
 Now, ship to ship, together meet. 
 
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 Well worthy ’twere the pen of fame, 
 
 Each adverse vessel here to name. 
 
 Who, side by side, in bloody fray, 
 
 Fought for the glory of the day. 
 
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 The Regent and the Caroline , 
 
 The headmost ships of either line; 
 
 The Orange next, a Dutchman who 
 Dared to attack a vessel true 
 
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 Of British mould, and dear to fame. 
 The Royal Charlotte is her name; 
 
 The Eldon and the Sussex both. 
 
 For warm engagement nothing loth;— 
 
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 The Castlereagh and Bedford bold, 
 
 (By Captain IVhitbread this controll’d,) 
 Had met together side by side, 
 
 And each, his rival fierce defied. 
 
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 The Burdett and the Vansittart, 
 Prepared to join in action smart; 
 
 And, also, ’midst the battled range. 
 The Westminster and Stock-Exchange ; 
 
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 The Cochrane gave, in brave reliance, 
 The Ellenborough bold defiance, 
 Whose cannon’s deep and awful knell 
 Was heard to thunder loud as h—IL 
 
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 The signal first the Eldon gave— 
 Th’attack commenced—th’affrighted wave 
 Roll’d back upon the verdant shore, 
 
 That echoed with the cannon’s roar. 
 
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 The Regent now with fierce design, 
 Bore doxvn upon the Caroline, 
 
 Who to resist the foe unable, 
 
 The Royal Charlotte slipp'd her cable, 
 
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 But first her prowess to display. 
 
 She sunk the Orange on that day. 
 
 In action fierce, how brave, how well, 
 I leave some loftier Muse to tell. 
 
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 “ Come, yield thee !” cried the Orange-man, 
 
 “ Resist my fire you never can, 
 
 “ My grappling irons out I’ll throw, 
 
 “ And into port a prize I’ll tow ! 
 
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 “ Cease, boaster cease!” the Charlotte cried, 
 “ Thy vaunting menace I deride ; 
 
 “ My crew are Britons bold and free, 
 
 “ I scorn thy grappling irons and thee! 
 
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 “ My metaTs proof, it will be found, 
 
 “ From stem to stern my timbers sound ; 
 “ And howsoe’er you wish to lord it, 
 
 “ 1 by no Dutchman will be boarded 
 
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 The Dutchman sunk, with all his crew. 
 To aid the Caroline she flew, 
 
 The Castlereagh though bearing down , 
 To cut her off seem’d fully prone; 
 
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 But this by Captain Whitbread seen,. 
 He placed his vessel quick between 
 Both ships, in such a gallant way. 
 
 The broadside of the Castlereagh 
 
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 Himself received, nor only that, 
 
 He silenced Captain Hang-up-Pat; * 
 
 The Sussex too, with manly notion, 
 Manoeuvred now, and made a motion y 
 
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 The Royal Charlotte to relieve, 
 
 But ’ere he could this act achieve, 
 
 A broadside from the Liverpool, 
 
 Soon made the Sussex’ ardour cool. 
 
 • The Commander of the Castlereagh. 
 
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 The Royal Charlotte bravely storm’d 
 Her foes, and wonders she perform’d; 
 ’Till, having honour gain’d enough, 
 
 The Bedford tow’d her safely off. 
 
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 Though somewhat crippled ,—would you seek 
 Her now, she lies in Cranbourn Creek, 
 
 At anchor till the wind is fair 
 To sail to Weymouth for repair. 
 
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 The Vansittart was sore beset 
 By that stout vessel the Burdett ; 
 
 The match unequal, yet, I ween, 
 
 The Vansittart, so sprightly seen, 
 
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 Was quite astonishing to view, 
 
 By those who not the secret knew; 
 
 With Congreve rockets they had stor’d her, 
 Without an Admiralty order, 
 
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 Which, taking fire by accident, 
 
 Did what the Captain never meant. 
 
 The Queen, an ancient seventyfiour. 
 
 No part in the engagement bore ; 
 
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 For she missd stays, besides, had got 
 Much crippled by some random shot. 
 
 The Clarence, having sprung a leak, 
 Was thought for action all too weak. 
 
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 The Regent, in the dire affray, 
 
 From grape-shot suffer’d much, they say, 
 And e’en (his former power forsaking) 
 Could no position take for raking. 
 
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 The Stock-Exchange, with dreadful stir, 
 Poured broadsides on the Westminster ; 
 And plied her shot so thick and fast, 
 
 The Westminster soon lost a mast. 
 
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 This brought the Burdett to her aid, 
 Whose thunder soon the foe dismay’d ; 
 That flying quick in sore disgrace, 
 
 The Hoax resolv’d to give her chace. 
 
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 The Ellenborough boldly tried 
 To sink the Cochrane, who defied 
 The fierce attack, though run aground, 
 And swore her timbers rcere unsound. 
 
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 As darkness now bad cloath’d the scene, 
 Twoi fire-ships , sent their line between, 
 Destroy the foe with deadly ire,— 
 
 The very sea appears on fire. 
 
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 Spectators, from the crowded strand, 
 Proclaim around on every hand, 
 
 With shouts of joy and loud huzza’s, 
 That conquest crowns the British cause. 
 
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 Another show ! another fight! 
 
 A fortress is attack’d by Night; 
 
 The deep-mouth’d cannon now appals 
 That’s storming, bless us ! canvass walls ! 
 
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 The fury of the battering train, 
 
 Appears expended all in vain,—• 
 
 The cloth defies its fierce control, 
 
 It does not make a single hole. 
 
 93. 
 
 But, lo! unfolding to the view, 
 
 An object of resplendent hue :— 
 
 A Temple built in gorgeous state 
 That’s unto Concord dedicate ! 
 
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 Hail glorious fabric ! scene of light! 
 
 That fling’st thy lustre on the night. 
 
 The dreary prospect to illume, 
 
 Long wrapt in War’s Cimmerian gloom! 
 
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 Transparencies adorn each side, 
 
 Where noblest emblems are descried; 
 Where, deckt with each attractive grace, 
 "We the domestic virtues trace. 
 
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 Yon scene’s no doubt, with kind intent, 
 T’ illuminate the people meant, 
 
 But sure t’would brighter power envince. 
 Could it illuminate a P--. 
 
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 Strife banish'd Heavn to Earth descends. 
 And its infernal reign extends 
 In hearts of tyrants, who destroy 
 The fairest fruit of human joy :— 
 
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 An angel in Imperial form. 
 
 With patriot zeal and bosom warm. 
 Comes with swift bolts of justice hurl’d. 
 To drive the daemon from the world, 
 
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 And send him to the shades below, 
 
 To dwell with fiends ! But, is this so ? 
 And is he to Tartarus gone ? 
 
 Does he on earth possess no throne ? 
 
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 No Hag with incantations dire, 
 
 To keep alive fell Discord’s fire? 
 
 No mortal fiends, with malice fell, 
 
 To cherish still this imp of hell ? 
 
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 What more remains to glad the sight 
 Upon this gay and joyous night ? 
 
 The bridge adorn’d with many a name, 
 Enroll’d in Britain’s page of fame. 
 
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 Behold a splendid tower near, 
 
 Its proud majestic summit rear:— 
 
 Of all the matchless novelty, 
 
 Prepared John Bull to gratify, 
 
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 Or Fleet or Temple, I insist. 
 
 This one stands highest on the list, 
 
 A prodigy by all allow’d ;— 
 
 But why that bustle in the crowd ? 
 
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 Why turn they towards St. J -s’s P—k ? 
 
 Say, what new wonder claims remark ? 
 
 All stare—“ Is’t fireworks to admire?” 
 
 “ Zounds! the Pagoda, sir, ’s on fire !” 
 
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 O ! cruel fate ! thus to destroy 
 
 At once a R-t’s fav’rite toy: 
 
 It took, at least, three months in making. 
 By arduous toil and Sabbath breaking! 
 
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 So perfect form’d in every part, 
 
 A very monument of art, 
 
 In one short hour, its pride to level— 
 
 O! this will play the very devil! 
 
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 The news has reach’d the P - e’s ear, 
 
 O, most disastrous ! most severe ! 
 
 With disappointment and surprise, 
 
 “ What, my Pagoda burnt I” he cries ; 
 
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 “ My Fete is spoil’d ! I am undone! 
 
 “ Go call the engines out! quick ! run!” 
 
 “ Your H—h —ss, they are now in play, 
 
 “ But all in vain.”—«“ Oh heavy day !” 
 
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 “ Lop-ear’d fanatics with their cant, 
 
 “ At my extravagance may rant, 
 
 “ And this event so melancholy, 
 
 “ Pronounce a judgment on my folly. 
 
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 “ Ye Gods must one of Pr-ly state, 
 
 “ Yield to the common mortal’s fate, 
 
 “ And find the elements combine, 
 
 “ To crush a favorite fond design ? 
 
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 “ His bliss just like some gaudy flower, 
 
 “ The flaunting pageant of an hour! 
 
 “ A toy I had, my chief delight, 
 
 “ My thought by day, my dream by night; 
 
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 “ A toy well form’d to please the fair, 
 
 “ Who ever were my joy and care ; 
 
 “ Most gracefully erect it stood, 
 
 “ Its texture, solid, firm-, and good. 
 
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 “ That toy destroyed, by cruel fire, 
 
 “ The ladies will no moi’e admire! 
 
 “ ’Tis burnt ! O worst of all my pains, 
 
 “ A stump of it alone remains. 
 
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 “ This evil’s more than I can bear, 
 
 “ Ho ! bring another bottle, there ! 
 
 “ A copious bumper let me swill, 
 
 “ Go, Mac,— proclaim thy R—— t’s will; 
 
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 “ Go forth to lawn, to park, and fair, 
 
 “ Amid the group assembled there; 
 
 “ Go enter every booth and show, 
 
 “ And publish unto high and low, 
 
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 “ That, on this night of jollity. 
 
 This Centenary Jubilee, 
 
 “ It is—proclaim to peer and punk, 
 
 “ Our R-1 pleasure to get drunk.” 
 
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 PEN CHURCH-STREET.