THE

SPIRIT

OF THE

PUBLIC JOURNALS.

EPIGRAMMATA BACCHANALIA.

Being Epigrams on the Subject of Meffrs. PITT and DUNDAS going DRUNK to the Houfe of Commons, on the Day when bis Majefty's Meffage was to be delivered relative to an immediate WAR with FRANCE.

EPIGRAM J.

HAT Ca Ira in England will prevail,

THAT

All fober men deny with heart and hand;

To talk of going 's fure a pretty tale,

When e'en our rulers can't fo much as fland,

II.

D. TO P.

SINCE now John Bull we've led into a dance,
And each man joins cross-partnership with France,
Shall we prefume the joyful fcene to aid?
For who like us thefe generous joys should feel?
You, gentle youth, fhall tip them a cascade,
While I contribute by a Scottish reel.

III.

THE fwinish multitude fee Burke difclaim,
And Pitt rejoin, "Thy fentiments are mine."
Say, fhall the mob prefume his creed to blame?
When e'en our rulers get as drunk as-favine.

IV.

IN what old ways we taste misfortune's cup!-
While France throws down the gauntlet, Pitt throws up.

V.

P. loquitur.ST. STEPHEN'S.

"THE foul mifdeeds to ftate" of humbled France,
Would ask the tongue of Roman or of Greek;
But while this folemn truth I griev'd advance,
I'm fo o'ercome, Sir, that I cannot speak.

SINCE now but naval war there's nothing for 't-
God fend us all laid fnugly up—in Port.

D. refpondet.

I hate French principles, French tafte, French mirth,
Almoft as much as feftivals at Perth ;

But this indeed I'll fay, if fay I dare it,

God fink French land, and fill the chafm with claret.

VIII.

THE multitude at beft are only fwine,

The mildeft Judge will this admit, at leaft-
But does it therefore follow, cafuift fine,

A Statesman may not be in drink—a beaft?

IX.

Solace to Senators who may happen to be overtaken in their Cups.

YOUR gentle brains with full libations drench-
You've then Pitt's title to the Treasury Bench.

X, Lo

X.

Loquuntur ambo..

IN Bedlam's prifon all the mad we throw, Who near St. James's come, or Kew-gate: 'Tis ours the fafe infanity to know,

To get as nobły drunk as New-gate.

XI.

Colloquy between ditto on the Stairs, from Bellamy's.

SAYS Pitt to Dundas,

"May I ne'er taste a glass,

But I'll give that d-n'd Fox a good wiper."
Then to him, quoth Dundas,

"May I ne'er kiss a lass,

If you are not as drunk as a piper."

XII.

THE French are wild, irregular, infane,
Yet ftill, fays Pitt, strict justice we 'll retain ;
Still fome regard to fair-play fhould be had,
The drunk alone fhould combat with the mad.

XIII.

THE multitude are fwine, with truth we say,
Though to their King and Church they meekly bow;
Refolve me then, what animals are they,

Whole attributes are thofe of-David's fow?

XIV.

OF war's expenfe Pitt dreads the dire amounts,
And wife began with-cafting up accounts..

XV.

YOUR foe in war to over-rate,

A maxim is of ancient date;

Then fure 't was right, in time of trouble,
That our good rulers should-see double.

XVI.

WHEN war's declar'd, Pitt holds his tongue,
For which, on him, his foes turn fhort round;
This in their teeth he might have flung--
That that, like other craft, was-PORT-bound.

XVII.

FIRM as a rock is England's land,

Ye French we fcorn, and mock ye;
Not only on a rock we stand,

Our rulers too are—rocky.

XVIII.

WHEN England's jovial rulers fight with France,
Hurtlefs on both should fall the blunted lance;
Sure from that war no danger fhould be dreaded,
Where the light-heel d contend with the light-headed.

XIX.

P. and D. loquuntur.

BRITANNIA's fons complain, and say
Thefe horrid wars will gripe her;
Remember, Sirs, though you may pay,
In drink, we beat the piper.

XX.

THE Spartan rulers drench'd their flaves in wine,
From beastly vice their people to refine :

Not fo the moralifts of modern time,

The Anti-Spartans of Britannia's clime;

They make the people free, and then they think

'Tis only fair to drench themjelves in drink.

XXI.

"THE mob are beasts!" exclaims the Knight of Daggers. What creature's he, that 's troubled with the staggers?

XXII.

OUR leaders are like British oak,

And fo away with daftard croaking!

A truer word was never spoke, ·

For they get fouter, Sirs, by-soaking.

XXIII.

XXIII.

Encouragement to Englishmen to stand to their Pofts in Battle. BY flight, my friends, you ne'er will fave your bacon, Since e'en our very guides are-overtaken.

XXIV.

HAPPY the land, whofe guides and it
Are join'd in intereft's tether;
We fure enjoy that benefit,

Who go to pot together.

XXV.

On the judicious Rejection of the Nottingham Petition.
THE mob complain-our rulers drink and ftorm,
And cry, who doubts it that they hate-reform.

XXVI..

WHAT equal cares the various minds o'erwhelm Of those that fave, and those that guide the realm! In different ways they equal offerings yield,

And neither, fure, are done against the griftle; The foldier with his blood shall wet the field, While loyal Ministers fhall-wet their whiffle