With all his people kneeling,

And priests perform'd religious rites: "Come," said the younger of the sprites, "This shows a pious feeling."

YOUNG SPIRIT.

"Ar'n't these a decent godly race?"

OLD SPIRIT.

"The dirtiest thieves on Nature's face."

YOUNG SPIRIT.

"But hark, what cheers they're giving Their emperor!-And is he a thief?"

OLD SPIRIT.

"Ay, and a cut-throat too ;-in brief, THE GREATEST SCOUNDREL LIVING."

YOUNG SPIRIT.

"But say, what were they praying for, This people and their emperor?

OLD SPIRIT.

"Why, for God's assistance To help their army, late sent out: And what that army is about,

You'll see at no great distance."

On wings outspeeding mail or post,
Our sprites o'ertook the imperial host,

In massacres it wallow'd:

A noble nation met its hordes,

But broken fell their cause and swords,
Unfortunate, though hallow'd.

They saw a late bombarded town,

Its streets still warm with blood ran down;
Still smoked each burning rafter;

And hideously, 'midst rape and sack,
The murderer's laughter answer'd back
His prey's convulsive laughter.

They saw the captive eye the dead,
With envy of his gory bed,-

Death's quick reward of bravery:
They heard the clank of chains, and then
Saw thirty thousand bleeding men
Dragg'd manacled to slavery.

"Fie! fie!" the younger heavenly spark Exclaim'd:-" we must have miss'd our mark,

And enter'd hell's own portals:

Earth can't be stain'd with crimes so black;
Nay, sure, we've got among a pack

Of fiends, and not of mortals?

"No," said the elder; "no such thing: Fiends are not fools enough to wring The necks of one another:

They know their interests too well:

Men fight; but every devil in hell
Lives friendly with his brother.

And I could point you out some fellows,
On this ill-fated planet Tellus,

In royal power that revel;

Who, at the opening of the book

Of judgment, may have cause to look
With envy at the devil."

Name but the devil, and he'll appear.
Old Satan in a trice was near,

With smutty face and figure:
But spotless spirits of the skies
Unseen to e'en his saucer eyes,

Could watch the fiendish nigger.

"Halloo!" he cried, "I smell a trick: A mortal supersedes Old Nick,

The scourge of earth appointed: He robs me of my trade, outrants The blasphemy of hell, and vaunts Himself the Lord's anointed!

Folks make a fuss about my mischief: Dd fools; they tamely suffer this chief

To play his pranks unbounded." The cherubs flew; but saw from high,

At human inhumanity,

The devil himself astounded.

SENEX'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS YOUTHFUL IDOL.

PLATONIC friendship at your years,
Says Conscience, should content ye:
Nay, name not fondness to her ears,
The darling's scarcely twenty.

Yes, and she 'll loathe me unforgiven,
To dote thus out of season;

But beauty is a beam from heaven,
That dazzles blind our reason.

I'll challenge Plato from the skies,
Yes, from his spheres harmonic

To look in M-y C—'s eyes,
And try to be Platonic.

TO SIR FRANCIS BURDETT,

ON HIS SPEECH DELIVERED IN PARLIAMENT, AUGUST 7, 1832, RESPECTING THE FOREIGN POLICY OF GREAT BRITAIN.

BURDETT, enjoy thy justly foremost fame, Through good and ill report-through calm and storm

For forty years the pilot of reform!
But that which shall afresh entwine thy name
With patriot laurels never to be sere,

Is that thou hast come nobly forth to chide
Our slumbering statesmen for their lack of pride-
Their flattery of Oppressors, and their fear-
When Britain's lifted finger, and her frown,
Might call the nations up, and cast their tyrants
down!

Invoke the scorn-Alas! too few inherit

The scorn for despots cherish'd by our sires, That baffled Europe's persecuting fires,

And shelter'd helpless states!-Recall that spirit, And conjure back Old England's haughty

mind

Convert the men who waver now, and pause

Between their love of self and humankind;