Burlington House, and having myself been present on that occasion, I can take upon me to aver that the whole are absolute forgeries, and that the following Song is the genuine one sung by His Grace on that day.
TUNE- The Chapter of Kings."
You're welcome to Burlington House, my friends,
Though you seem but a parcel of odds and ends;
But the Talents" are out, and our parts are cast,
So a bumper let 's drink, that we all may last.
Yet, somehow or other,
My fears I can't smother,
My spirits are so overcast.
Yet, somehow, &c.
For myself, you perceive I'm an old man grown,
And indeed in my youth I can't say that I shone ;
Then as for poor Titchfield, my eldest boy,
He is but a kind of a hobble-de-hoy :
So somehow or other
My fears I can't smother,
I cannot give way to much joy.
So somehow, &c.
But, gentlemen all, you must do your best,
Whilst I stay at home and feather my nest;
For myself it's enough if I raise the supplies,
To satisfy all my damn'd creditors' cries:
So somehow or other,
Amongst one another,
On you, Sirs, the government lies.
So somehow, &c..
Come, Perceval, give them full measure of jaw,
Never mind the mistakes that you made in your law;
The Duchy for life was a famous good hit:
You've prov'd in finance that you far surpass Pitt.
There's not such another
As you and your brother,
For finding a little tid-bit.
There's not, &c.
Come, Hawkey! my boy, your boots prepare;
You may now march to Paris, when nobody's there ;
And no doubt that the fame of your lantern jaw
Will soon make master Boney return from Warsaw,
He'll be damnably nettled,
To find you are settled;
And I warrant he'll shortly withdraw.
He'll be, &c.
I wish, Jemmy Pulteney, you letters could write,
Though fighting at Ferrol is Jemmy's delight;
But whate'er be his fame for dispatches so clear,
Jemmy's voice is so suited to tickle the ear,
That without any slighting
Of his writing or fighting,
We can't do without Jemmy here.
That without, &c.
Neighbour Canning, I'm told that the town complains,
You've not got much land, nor yet blood in your veins;
So brush up your very best jokes I pray;
And though you can't speak any French they say,
Why as for that matter,
Fitzharris can chatter,
And you may keep out of the way.
Why as for, &c.
Come, Mulgrave, cheer up, let us drive away care,
Though all the world hate you, yet never despair;
You've got to an excellent birth for a job,
And for puffing and lying there's nothing like Bob.
Then you know I might mention
A certain snug pension,
Which gives you some claims upon Bob.
Then you know, &c.
In Ireland our matters will all go right
Under Charley the bold, and Sir Arthur the Knight,
And Charley shall reign like a jolly Nabob,
And I warrant Sir Arthur will settle the mob;
For he and his brothers
Soon settled such others
In a place which they call the Dewab.
Come Melville, my Lord, I perceive that you feel
For this damnable thing that's come out about ---
But, whatever the public may think of you two,
I'll warrant Lord Eldon will carry you through :
Indeed, my Lord Eldon,
Your part you have well done-
We could not have stirr'd without you.
Indeed, &c.
FROM THE FIRST LORD OF THE TREASURY TO THE CHAN-. CELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER. FROM HORACE.
Donarem pateras, &c.
[From the same.]
REALLY wish that I could grant
To all my friends the things they want.
I'd give, but 't would engender strife,
To ev'ry one a Place for life,
Something to all their wives secure,
To ev'ry child a sinecure.
Nor shouldst thou, Sr! if I durst,
Come off by any means the worst.
But sure a Minister you'll pity,
Curb'd by that Finance Committee;
So pray, your ardent mind restrain,
And check your noble love of gain!
And be content, you can't do less,
(Since they have carried the Address,
And I'm too weak to force a measure,)
To take the Duchy during pleasure!
And add the Seals of the Exchequer!
As good a Protestant as Necker;
For our church, unlike the Roman,
Denies pluralities to no man.
To give such Places is my right,
And you in many take delight;
Their value you have not to learn,
Nor what you owe me in return.
For, faith! not all the tombs they raise
To speak a fallen patriot's praise;
Not all the statues or inscriptions,
Bought by their grateful friends' subscriptions,
With half such fame your name can grace
As the possession of a Place.
Not all P-tt's speeches, wars with France,
Not all his measures of finance,
Though they deserv'd my approbation,
Secur'd him half the admiration,
Or mov'd my praises half so strong,
As that he kept his place so long.
For what avails the empty fame
That gilds a politician's name,
Unless that name has held positions
On Treas❜ry patents and commissions?
Who ever heard of C's name,
Till office dragg'd him into fame?
Names nature doom'd on earth to lie,
Yet, wing'd with pensions, sweep the sky.
Each from his native night emerges,
Wd, Hd, H- n, and St-in 8,
Could Wd, the blustering churl,
Or aught so dull as C's Earl,
By their own wits themselves promote,
Or ever gain the slightest note?
We ne'er had heard of at this day
The eloquence of C-gh,
Or H- -ry's sense, or M-ve's wit,
Had they not been in place with P-tt.
And who, in truth, my little pleader!
Had ever heard of me, your leader?
Or who, that saw my former reign,
Dreamt they should see me here again?
But here I am; for nought can quench
My fondness for the Treas'ry Bench,
In age and sickness no whit more
Unfit to sit there than before.
Since the Gazette to ev'ry name
Is the best register of fame,
'Tis fit we give each highest post
To those who need this fame the most.
By this rule places are conferr'd,
The dullest men the most preferr'd.
So, now farewell! and don't be touchy,
But be contented with the Duchy,
For one year there surpasses far
All you've acquir'd at the Bar.
April 4.
THOUGHTS ON THE FIRST OF APRIL 1807.
BEING THE DAY APPOINTED BY GENERAL CONSENT TO CELEBRATE THE FORMATION OF THE NEW ADMINISTRATION.
[From the Morning Chronicle.]
Quando ullum invenies parem?——————Hor.
USE! come not borne on Fancy's wing,
Nor arm'd with Satire's pointed sting,
In feign'd congratulation;
But come, with grave and sober truth,
To sing the charms-the age-the youth.
Of a new Administration!
First Port-d sing-'t was idly said,
"Old Port-d surely must be dead!"
No-let us not dissemble,
He lives his country's pride and boast,
He lives again" to rule the roast,”
And make all Europe tremble.
What though he ne'er was wondrous wise,
And now has neither ears nor eyes-
He still is pure and hearty;'
Like Old Kaminsky (who had both),
Believe me, he'll prove nothing loth
To outwit Bonaparte.
His son-chaste image of himself!
Shall, with him, heed the public pelf-
Then hail, thrice happy hour!
When Port-d raised from the dead,
To loll upon a roseate bed,
Returns to place and power!
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