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Besides there were the Spaniard, Dutch, and Dane;

In short, an universal shoal of shades From Otaheite's Isle to Salisbury Plain,

Of all climes and professions, years and trades, Ready to swear against the good king's reign, Bitter as clubs in cards are against spades: All summon'd by this grand a subpoena,» to Try if kings mayn't be damn'd, like me or you. LXI. 1 ia

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When Michael saw this host, he first grew pale,i

As angels can; next, like Italian twilight, He turn'd all colours-as a peacock's tail,"

Or sunset streaming through a Gothic skylight
In some c old abbey, or a trout not stale

Or distant lightning on the horizon by night,
Or a fresh rainbow, or a grand review
Of thirty regiments in red, green, and blue.

1. „Songe chalk LXIIC duw b webinde vant Then he address'd himself to Sathan: Why-1. « My good old friend, for such I deem you, though « Our different parties make us fight so shy,

<«< I ne'er mistake you for a personal foe;

« Our difference is political, and I

« Trust that, whatever may occur below,,, «You know my great respect for you; and this << Makes me regret whate'er you do amiss

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« That you should half of earth and hell produce; ¦ 1

« "Tis even superfluous, since two honest, clean,

<< True testimonies are enough: we lose
« Our time, nay, our eternity, between:
« The accusation and defence: if we

« Hear both, 'twill stretch our immortality,»


Sathan replied, «To me, the matter is

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Indifferent, in a personal point of view:

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« With far less trouble than we have done through

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Thus spoke the Demon (laté call'd « multifaced >> By multo-scribbling Southey). « Then we'll call « One or two persons of the myriads placed


Around our congress, and dispense with all


<< The rest, » quoth Michael: «Who may be so graced « As to speak first? there's choice enough-who shall « It be? » Then Sathan answer'd, « There are many; << But you may choose Jack Wilkes as well as any. »


A merry, cock-eyed, curious looking Sprite,
Upon the instant started from the throng,
Dress'd in a fashion now forgotten quite;

For all the fashions of the flesh stick long

By people in the next world; were unitę

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All the costumes since Adam's, right or wrong,

From Eve's fig-leaf down to the petticoat,

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? » LXVIII.

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,

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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?


«< He is what you behold him, and his doom
« Depends upon his deeds,» the Angel said.
« If you have aught to arraign in him, the tomb
Gives license to the humblest beggar's head
«To lift itself against the loftiest. » ——« Some,»

Said Wilkes, << don't wait to see them laid in lead,

« For such a liberty-and I, for one,

« Have told them what I thought beneath the sun. »


« Above the sun repeat, then, what thou hast


«To urge against him,» said the Archangel. Why,» Replied the Spirit, » since old scores are past, « Must I turn evidence? In faith, not I.

• Besides, I beat him hollow at the last,

« With all his Lords and Commons: in the sky « I don't like ripping up olds stories, since

« His conduct was but natural in a prince,

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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,

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« And vote his 'habeas corpus' into heaven.


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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

a Reign is concluded; whatsoe'er betide,, « He won't be sovereign more; you've lost your labour, « For at the best he will but be your neighbour.


« However, I knew what to think of it,

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<< When I beheld you, in your jesting way,

« Flitting and whispering round about the spit « Where Belial, upon' duty for the day, << With Fox's lard was basting William Pitt, « His pupil; I knew what to think, I say: << That fellow even in hell breeds farther ills; « I'll have him gagg'd-'twas one of his own bills.


« Call Junius! » From the crowd a Shadow stalk'd, And at the name there was a general squeeze, So that the very ghosts no longer walk'd

In comfort, at their own aërial ease,

But were all ramm'd, and jamm'd (but to be balk'd,
As we shall see) and jostled hands and knees,
Like wind compress'd and pent within a bladder,
Or like a human cholic, which is sadder.


The Shadow came! a tall, thin, gray-hair'd figure,
That look'd as it had been a shade on earth;
Quick in its motions, with an air of vigour,
But nought to mark its breeding or its birth:
Now it wax'd little, then again grew bigger,
With now an air of gloom, or savage mirth;
But as you gazed upon its features, they
Changed every instant-to what, none could say.

The more intently the ghosts gazed, the less'
Could they distinguish whose the features were;
The Devil himself seem'd puzzled even to guess;
They varied like a dream-now here, now there;
And several people swore from out the press,

They knew him perfectly; and one could swear He was his father; upon which another

Was sure he was his mother's cousin's brother :


Another, that he was a duke, or knight,

An orator, a lawyer, or a priest,

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A nabob, a man-midwife; but the wight
Mysterious changed his countenance at least

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