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A thief, who cometh in the night,

With whole boots and net pantaloons, Like sorne one whom it were not right To mention ;-or the luckless wight,

From whom he steals nine silver spoons

But in this case he did appear

Like a slop-merchant from Wapping, And with smug face, and eye severe, On every side did perk and peer

Till he saw Peter dead or napping.

He had on an upper Benjamin

(For he was of the driving schism) In the which he wrapt his skin From the storm he travelled in,

For fear of rheumatism.

He called the ghost out of the corse ;

It was exceedingly like Peter,
Only its voice was hollow and hoarse ;
It had a queerish look of course;

Its dress too was a little neater.

The Devil knew not his name and lot

Peter knew not that he was Bell: Each had an upper stream of thought, Which made all seem as it was not;

Fitting itself to all things well

Peter thought he had parents dear,

Brothers, sisters, cousins, cronies,
In the fens of Lincolnshire;
He perhaps had found them there

Had he gone and boldly shown his

Solemn phiz in his own village ;

Where he thought oft when a boy He'd clomb the orchard walls to pillage The produce of his neighbour's tillage,

With marvellous pride and joy.

And the Devil thought he had,

'Mid the misery and confusion
Of an unjust war, just made
A fortune by the gainful trade
Of giving soldiers rations bad-

The world is full of strange delusion

That he had a mansion planned

In a square like Grosvenor-square,
That he was aping fashion, and
That he now came to Westmoreland

To see what was romantic there.

And all this, though quite ideal,
Ready at a breath to vanish,

a state not more unreal Than the peace he could not feel,

Or the care he could not banish.

Was

After a little conversation,

The Devil told Peter, if he chose, He'd bring him to the world of fashion By giving him a situation

In his own service and new clothes.

And Peter bowed, quite pleased and proud,

And after waiting some few days For a new livery-dirty yellow Turned

up

with black-the wretched fellow Was bowled to Hell in the Devil's chaise.

PART THIRD.

HELL.

HELL is a city much like London-
A populous and a smoky city ;

re are all sorts of people undone, And there is little or no fun done ;

Small justice shown, and still less pity.

There is a Castles, and a Canning,

A Cobbett, and a Castlereagh ;
All sorts of caitiff corpses planning,
All sorts of cozening for trepanning

Corpses less corrupt than they.
VOL. III

16

There is a * * *, who has lost

His wits, or sold them, none knows which; He walks about a double ghost, And though as thin as Fraud almost,

Ever grows more grim and rich.

There is a Chancery Court; a King;

A manufacturing niob; a set
Of thieves who by themselves are sent
Similar thieves to represent ;

An army; and a public debt,

Which last is a scheme of paper money,

And means—being interpreted “Bees, keep your wax-give us the honey, And we will plant, while skies are sunny,

Flowers, which in winter serve instead.”

There is great talk of revolution

And a great chance of despotism; German soldiers-camps--confusionTumults-lotteries-rage—delusion

Gin-suicide-and methodism;

Taxes too, on wine and bread,

And meat and beer, and tea, and cheese; From which those patriots pure are fed, Who gorge before they reel to bed

The tenfold essence of all these,

There are mincing women, mewing,

(Like cats, who amant miserè, *) Of their own virtue, and pursuing Their gentler sisters to that ruin,

Without which—what were chastity ?

Lawyers-judges-old hobnobbers

Are there ; bailiffs-chancellors
Bishops—great and little robbers
Rhymesters—pamphleteers-stock-jobbers-

Men of glory in the wars,—

Things whose trade is, over ladies

To lean, and flirt, and stare, and simper,
Till all that is divine in woman
Grows cruel, courteous, smooth, inhuman,

Crucified 'twixt a smile and whimper ;

Thrusting, toiling, wailing, moiling,

Frowning, preaching such a riot!

* One of the attributes in Linnæus's description of the Cat. To a similar cause the caterwauling of more than one species of this genus is to be referred ;except, indeed, that the poor quadruped is compelled to quarrel with its own pleasures, whilst the biped is supposed only to quarrel with those of cthers.

† What would this husk and excuse for a virtue be without its kernel prostitution, or the kernel prostitution without this busk of a virtue? I wonder the women of the town do not form an association, like the Society for the Suppression of Vice, for the support of what may be called the “ King, Church, and Constitution" of their order. But this subject is almost too horrible for e joke.

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