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« And much of earth and all the watery plain

« Of ocean call'd him king: through many a storm « His isles had floated on the abyss of Time;

« For the rough virtues chose them for their clime. XLIII.

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« He came to his sceptre, young, he leaves it, old : « Look to the state in which he found his realm, « And left it; and his annals, too, behold, i

« How to a minion first he gave the helm; « How grew upon his heart a thirst for gold,

« The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm << The meanest hearts; and for the rest, but glance << Thine eye along America and Françe!

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« 'Tis true, he was a tool from first to last

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(I have the workmen safe); but as a tool

<< So let him be consumed! From out the past |

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Of ages, since mankind have known the rule

« Of monarchs—from the bloody rolls amass'd

<< Of sin and slaughter-from the Cæsar's school, « Take the worst pupil, and produce a reign

« More drench'd with gore, more cumber'd with the slain!

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« He ever warr'd with freedom and the free:12

« Nations as men, home subjects, foreign foes,

So that they utter'd the word 'Liberty!'

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Found George the Third their first opponent. Whose History was ever stain'd as his will be

« With national and individual woes?

« I grant his household abstinence; I grant

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I know he was a constant consort; own

<< He was a decent sire, and middling lord. « All this is much, and most upon a throne; As temperance, if at Apicius' board,

<< Is more than at an anchorite's supper shown.

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<< I grant him all the kindest can accord ;

<«< And this was well for him, but not for those

<< Millions who found him what oppression chose.

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« The new world shook him off; the old yet groans << Beneath what he and his prepared, if not

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<< To all his vices, without what begot

Compassion for him his tame virtues; drones « Who sleep, or despots who have now forgot « A lesson which shall be re-taught them, wake << Upon the throne of Earth; but let them quake! b' au choigh XLVIII!!!-

of the primitive, who hold

« Five millions of the

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<«< The faith which makes ye great on earth, implored « A part of that vast all they held of old,

<< Freedom to worship--not alone your Lord,

<< Michael, but you, and you, Saint Peter! Cold << Must be your souls, if you have not abhorr'd

<< The foe to Catholic participation

<< In all the license of a Christian nation. {}

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« True! he allow'd them to pray God; but, as

« A consequence of prayer, refused the law « Which would have placed them upon the same base

<< With those who did not hold the saints in awe. »

But here Saint Peter started from his place,

And cried, «You may the prisoner withdraw: << Ere Heaven shall ope her portals to this Guelf, << While I am guard, may I be damn❜d myself!

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« Sooner will I with Cerberus exchange
« My office (and his is no sinecure)
<< Than see this royal Bedlam bigot range

<< The azure fields of heaven, of that be sure! >> << Saint!» replied Sathan, «< you do well to avenge << The << And if to this exchange you should be given, << I'll try to coax our Cerberus up to heaven. »><

wrongs he made your satellites endure;

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Here Michael interposed : « Good saint! and devil!

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Pray not so fast; you both out-run discretion.

<< Saint Peter! you were wont to be more civil: << Sathan! excuse this warmth of his expression,

<< And condescension to the vulgar's level:

<< Even saints sometimes forget themselves in session. « Have you got more to say?»-«No!»-« If you please, « I'll trouble you to call your witnesses. >>

LII.

Then Sathan turn'd and waved his swarthy hand,
Which stirr'd with its électric qualities
Clouds farther off than we can understand,
Although we find him sometimes in our skies;
Infernal thunder shook both sea and land

In all the planets, and hell's batteries
Let off the artillery, which Milton mentions
As one of Sathan's most sublime inventions.

LIII.

This was a signal unto such damn'd souls
As have the privilege of their damnation
Extended far beyond the mere controls

Of worlds past, present, or to come; no station
Is theirs particularly in the rolls

Of hell assigned; but where their inclination
Or business carries them in search of game,
They may range freely-being damn'd the same.
LIV.

They are proud of this-as very well they may,
It being a sort of knighthood, or gilt key
Stuck in their loins; or like to an << entré »

Up the back stairs, or such free-masonry:
I borrow my comparaisons from clay,

Being clay myself. Let not those spirits be. Offended with such base low likenesses; o.. zm. We know their posts are nobler far than these.

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When the great signal ran from heaven to hell,-
About ten million times the distance reckon'd

From our sun to its earth, as we can tell

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How much time it takes up, even to a second,

For every ray that travels to dispel

The fogs of London; through which, dimly beacon'd, The weathercocks are gilt, some thrice a year,

If that the summer is not too severe :

I

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say that I can tell-'twas half a minute;

I know the solar beams take up more time
Ere, pack'd up for their journey, they begin it;
But then their telegraph is less sublime,

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And if they ran a race, they would not win it

'Gainst Sathan's couriers bound for their own clime. The sun takes up some years for every ray

To reach its goal—the devil not half a day.

Upon the

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verge of space, about the size Of half-a-crown, a little speck appear'd (I've seen a something like it in the skies In the Ægean, ere a squall; it near'd, And, growing bigger, took another guise; Like an aërial ship it tack'd, and steer'd Or was steer'd (I am doubtful of the grammar Of the last phrase, which makes the stanza stammer;

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But take your choice); and then it grew a cloud,
And so it was a cloud of witnesses.

But such a cloud! No land e'er saw a crowd

Of locusts numerous as the heavens saw these; They shadow'd with their myriads space; their loud And varied cries were like those of wild-geese (If nations may be liken'd to a goose), And realized the phrase of «< hell broke loose, »› ‹.

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Here crash'd a sturdy oath of stout John Bull,
Who damn'd away his eyes, as heretofore:
There Paddy brogued by Jasus! What's your
wull ? »

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V

The temperate Scot exclaim'd: the French ghost swore In certain terms I shant translate in full,

As the first coachman will; and 'midst the war The voice of Jonathan was heard to express, « Quri President is going to war, I guess. »,

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