"You bloody-minded dog!” cries one, VII. "You'd have him gore the parish-priest, You fiend!" The sage his warnings ceased, VIII. Old Lewis, ('twas his evil day) IX. The frighted beast ran on-but here, One of the many fine words which the most uneducated had about this time a constant opportunity of acquiring, from the sermons in the pulpit and the proclamations in the corners. X. The frighted beast ran through the town; The publicans rushed from the Crown, XI. Should you a rat to madness teaze, XII. And so this Ox, in frantic mood, The mob turned tail, and he pursued, Till they with heat and fright were stewed, And not a chick of all this brood But had his belly full. XIII. Old Nick's astride the beast, 'tis clear Old Nicholas, to a tittle! But all agree, he'd disappear, Would but the parson venture near, And through his teeth,* right o'er the steer, According to the superstition of the West-Countries, if you meet the Devil, you may either cut him in half with a straw, or force him to disappear by spitting over his horns XIV. Achilles was a warrior fleet, The Trojans he could worryOur parson too was swift of feet, But showed it chiefly in retreat; The victor Ox scoured down the street, The mob fled hurry-scurry. XV. Through gardens, lanes, and fields new ploughed, To see this helter-skelter crowd, That had more wrath than courage. XVI. Alas! to mend the breaches wide XVII. But here once more to view did pop And now he cried-" Stop, neighbours! stop; XVIII. "The Ox is mad! Ho! Dick, Bob, Mat!" What means this coward fuss? "Ho! stretch this rope across the plat"Twill trip him up-or if not that, Why, damme! we must lay him flatSee, here's my blunderbuss. XIX. "A lying dog! just now he said The Ox was only glad— Let's break his presbyterian head!" "Hush!" quoth the sage, "you've been misled; No quarrels now-let's all make headYou drove the poor Ox mad." XX. As thus I sat, in careless chat, With the morning's wet newspaper, In eager haste, without his hat, As blind and blundering as a bat, XXI. And so my Muse perforce drew bit; And in he rushed and panted"Well, have you heard?" No, not a whit. "What, ha'nt you heard?" Come, out with it! "That TIERNEY votes for Mister Pitt, And SHERIDAN's recanted!" PARLIAMENTARY OSCILLATORS. LMOST awake? Why, what is this, and whence, O ye right loyal men, all undefiled? Sure, 'tis not possible that common sense Has hitched her pullies to each heavy eye-lid? Yet wherefore else that start, which discomposes That precipice three yards beyond your noses? Yet flatter you I cannot, that your wit Is much improved by this long loyal dosing; And I admire, no more than Mr. PITT, Your jumps and starts of patriotic prosing— Now cluttering to the treasury cluck, like chicken, Now with small beaks the ravenous bill opposing; With serpent-tongue now stinging, and now licking Now semi-sibilant, now smoothly glozing Now having faith implicit that he can't err, And now believing him a sly enchanter, Yet still afraid to break his brittle charms, Lest some mad Devil suddenly unhampering, |