All the costumes since Adam's, right or wrong, From Eve's fig leaf down to the petti coat, Almost as scanty, of days less remote. The spirit look'd around upon the crowds Assembled, and exclaim'd, "My friends of all The spheres, we shall catch cold amongst these clouds; So let's to business: why this general call? If those are freeholders I see in shrouds, And 'tis for an election that they bawl, Behold a candidate with unturn'd coat! Saint Peter, may I count upon your vote?" "Sir," replied Michael, "you mistake; these things Are of a former life, and what we do Above is more august; to judge of kings Is the tribunal met: so now you know." "Then I presume those gentlemen with wings." Said Wilkes, "are cherubs; and that soul below Looks much like George the Third, but to my mind A good deal older-Bless me! is he blind? I don't like ripping up old stories, since His conduct was but natural in a prince. "Foolish, no doubt, and wicked, to oppress A poor unlucky devil without a shilling; But then I blame the man himself much less Than Bute and Grafton, and shall be unwilling To see him punish'd here for their excess, Since they were both damn'd long ago, and still in Their place below for me, I have forgiven, And vote his habeas corpus' into heaven." "Wilkes," said the Devil, "I understand all this: You turn'd to half a courtier ere you died, And seem to think it would not be amiss To grow a whole one on the other side Of Charon's ferry; you forget that his Reign is concluded; whatsoe'er betide, He won't be sovereign more: you've lost your labor, For at the best he will but be your neighbor. Good Mrs. Malaprop); then you might deem That he was not even one; now many rays Were flashing round him; and now a thick steain Hid him from sight-like fogs on Lon don days: Now Burke, now Tooke, he grew to people's fancies, And certes often like Sir Philip Francis. I've an hypothesis-'tis quite my own; It is my gentle public, lend thine ear! 'Tis that what Junius we are wont to call Was really, truly, nobody at all. I don't see wherefore letters should not be Written without hands, since we daily view But to the point; while hovering o'er the brink Of Skiddaw (where as usual it still rain'd), I saw a taper, far below me, wink, And stooping, caught this fellow at a libel No less on history than the Holy Bible. "The former is the devil's scripture, and The latter yours, good Michael: so the affair Belongs to all of us, you understand. I snatch'd him up just as you see him there, And brought him off for sentence out of hand: I've scarcely been ten minutes in the air At least a quarter it can hardly be: Here Satan said, "I know this man of old, And have expected him for some time here ; A sillier fellow you will scarce behold, Or more conceited in his petty sphere: But surely it was not worth while to fold Such trash below your wing, Asmodeus dear: We had the poor wretch safe (without being bored With carriage) coming of his own accord. "But since he's here, let's see what he has done." "Done!" cried Asmodeus, "he anticipates The very business you are now upon, And scribbles as if head clerk to the Which seem'd to hold all verse in detestation: The angels had of course enough of song When upon service; and the generation Of ghosts had heard too much in life, not long Before, to profit by a new occasion: The monarch, mute till then, exclaim'd, "What! what! Pye come again? No more-no more of that!" The tumult grew; an universal cough Convulsed the skies, as during a debate, When Castlereagh has been up long enough (Before he was first minister of state, I mean the slaves hear now); some cried "Off, off!" As at a farce; till, grown quite desperate, The bard Saint Peter pray'd to interpose (Himself an author) only for his prose. The varlet was not an ill-favor'd knave; A good deal like a vulture in the face, With a hook nose and a hawk's eye, which gave A smart and sharper-looking sort of grace To his whole aspect, which, though rather grave, Was by no means so ugly as his case; But that, indeed, was hopeless as can be, Quite a poetic felony de se." |