One bolt at your bloody invader, that strife world That then-oh disgrace upon manhood!—even then, You should falter-should cling to your pitiful breath, Cower down into beasts, when you might have stood men, And prefer the slave's life of damnation to death! It is strange—it is dreadful ;-shout, Tyranny shout, Through your dungeons and palaces, “ Freedom is o'er!"If there lingers one spark of her light, tread it out, And return to your enpire of darkness once more. For, if such are the braggarts that claim to be free, Come, Despot of Russia, thy feet let me kissFar nobler to live the brute bond-man of thee, Than to sully even chains by a struggle like this! Paris, 1821. THE INSURRECTION OF THE PAPERS. A Dream. "It would be impossible for His Royal Highness to disengage his person from the accumulating pile of papers that encompassed it." Lord CASTLEREAGH's Speech upon Colonel LAST night I toss'd and turn'd in bed, I slept as sound as sound could be; And then I dream'd-oh, frightful dream! never wrote or borrow'd Any horror half so horrid ! Methought the P——E, in whisker'd state, On one side lay unread Petitions, On t'other, Hints from five Physicians Here tradesmen's bills, official papers When lo! the Papers, one and all, Nay, even Death-Warrants thought they'd best But oh!-The basest of defections! I waked-and pray'd, with lifted hand, PARODY OF A CELEBRATED LETTER. AT length, dearest FREDDY, the moment is nigh, Is to sit down and write a wise letter to you. I meant before now to have sent you this Letter, That is, till both Houses had prosed and divided, For, though H-RTF-RD House had long settled the ques tion, I thought it but decent, between me and you, That the two other Houses should settle it too. I need not remind you how cursedly bad Our affairs were all looking when Father went mad; A strait-waistcoat on him and restrictions on me,— A more limited Monarchy could not well be. I was call'd upon then, in that moment of puzzle, |