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Among those on subjects political set,
See school-boy of Tooke-Master Franky Burdett, (o)
Who once with the foe leagu'd of Wellesley Snip


But concluded by giving him taste of a ball;

(0) This gentleman, of whom I may well say, when referring to his deceased' friend,

Nervis alicuis mobili lignum,
A mere puppet moved by wires in the hands of others,


has completely laid his tongue upon the shelf since Mr. Tooke's demise, from whose capacious storehouses, no doubt, emanated those flowery effusions that so frequently amused the rabble. Much has been advanced by the strenuous advocates of Sir Francis, on the score of his munificence; but I very much doubt if the charity of that gentleman does not consist more in acts where ostentation is gratified, than in bestowing the secret boon, which, like the violet, modestly conceals its head only to waft around a sweeter odour. As this baronet has had a finger in the pie, in the light of a pamphleteer, it is for that reason the present note is coupled with his name, which might otherwise have passed unnoticed.

For such are the friendships of men who will babble, And tender the sop to old Cerberus-rabble. (P)

(p) Is there a sound that more delights

A rabble than to hear of rights?
Which Justice, so political,*
Awards alike to Dick, or Hal,
As if all nature did pursue
One only track, and that-virtue.
Will he that tipples be as able
To cultivate his field arable,
As him, who sober, makes his clock
First crowing of the matin cock?
Thus will not industry procure
His land, whom idleness make poor;
And for his bread force friend to work,
Submissive slave to farmer Turk.
So while men's nature disagree,
Farewell to all equality.

I refer my reader to the lucubrations of Mr. Godwin, in order to attain a complete insight as to speculative ideas of this nature.

Next view hoary Cartwright, great spokesman and

scribe, (9)

Who adds to the list of dissatisfied tribe;

(9) Through the medium of Cobbets Register, and other periodical reviews, the lucubrations of this staunch champion of parliamentary reform have frequently met the public eye, independently of which, I have been informed that he has more than once figured in a literary point of view, which has allowed him the present claim upon my consideration. With regard to Peter Porcupine, alias Mr. Cobbet, he is one of those hocus pocus writers, or weathercock politicians, that so frequently appear in this land of liberty; though I believe it would be no easy task to find a parallel with the individual here quoted. Having spoken thus much of the man, it will be necessary to say a few words respecting his abilities as a writer, which are of the most singular cast. He is perspicuous without elegance, and possesses an energy of style which can only be the result of an inherent talent, aş no writer among his several imitators has been at all felicitous in the assumption of his mode of expression. Should any reader, however, prove desirous of fully appreciating the text of this writer, let him refer to those numbers of the Weekly Register which made their appearance during the investigation of the Duke of York's conduct, and I think sufficient proof will appear of the terse reasoning and incontrovertible mode of argument pursued by Mr. Cobbet,

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While Cobbet, the giant camelion, in rear,
With Political Register darkens the sphere:
Of this versatile writer, ah! what should be said,
Whose mind by no genuine principle led,
Has box'd every point of the compass to gammon,
And ensure, darling idol, possession of mammon:
In fine, from the bible and cushion we see

He varied to Gallia's red bonnet de nuit :

Extremes are to him nothing more than a job,
With whig or with tory he'll drink hob a nob,

with whom logic is a joke, and the practices of the schools a mere jargon beneath his consideration. Among other living political writers, Mr. Canning has made no inconsiderable figure; the Marquis of Wellesley has no less bad recourse to the printing art for the promulgation of his sentiments, though, in most instances, made under an assumed signature; to these personages may be added Lord Castlereagh, our great diplomatist; while in Mr. Redhead Yorke, lately deceased, whose early career of literature was devoted to the promulgation of liberty, the friends of the Pitt system had to boast a vigorous advocate, possessing talents that never debased the cause he so strenuously advocated.

Then fly off in tangent to join phalanx hearty,
Which hail'd, as vicegerent from God-Bonaparte.
But to jesting a truce, for the man that is ready
To blazon at all times a mind thus unsteady,
From the pale of society straight shou'd be hurld,
As a creature unfit for the sons of this world:
Thus with abject contempt I my stricture will end,
Such a man ne'er can claim, nor himself proved


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