How oft has he told us, his views were upright,
That his actions would all bear the test of the light!
Yet he sure in the dark must have something to do,
Who shuts out both day-light and candle-light too.
Derry down, &c.

JOHN BULL'S house is tax'd, so he plays him a trick,
By cunningly laying a duty on brick:

Thus JOHN for his dwelling is forc'd to pay twice;
But BILLY hopes JOHN will not smoke the device.
Derry down, &c.

What little we may have by industry made,
We must pay for a license to set up a trade;
So that ev'ry poor devil must now be tax'd more
For dealing in goods that paid taxes before.
Derry down, &c.

The Calico-printers may beg, if they please,

As dry as a sponge he their cotton will squeeze;
With their tears let them print their own linens, cries he,
But they never shall make an impression on me.

Derry down, &c.

The crazy old hackney-coach, almost broke down,
Must now pay ten shillings instead of a crown;
And to break him down quite, if the first will not do 't,
Ten shillings apiece on his horses to boot.

Derry down, &c.

The tax upon horses not be severe,

may

But his scheme for collecting it seems very queer :
Did a school-boy e'er dream of a project so idle―
A tax on a horse by a stamp on a bridle ?

Derry down, &c.

The tax upon sportsmen I hold to be right,
And only lament that the tax is so light:
But, alas! it is light for this palpable cause,

That sportsmen themselves are the makers of laws!
Derry down, &c.

He fain would have meddled with coals, but, I wot, For his fingers the Gentleman found them too hot; The rich did not like it-and so, to be sure,

In its place he must find out a tax on the

poor.

Derry down, &c..

Then last, that our murmurs may tease him the less,

By a tax upon paper he'd silence the press :

So our sorrow by singing can ne'er be relax'd,
Since a song upon taxes itself must be tax'd.
Derry down, &c.

But now it is time I should finish my song,
And I wish from my soul that it was not so long,
Since at length it evinces, in trusting to PITT,
Good neighbours, we all have been cursedly bit.
Derry down, &c.

EPIGRAM.

WHILE BURKE, in strains pathetic, paints
The sufferings dire of GENTOO saints,
From HOLY CITY* driven;

Cried HASTINGS, I admit their worth-
I thought them far too good for earth,
So pack'd them off to Heaven.

ANOTHER.

MAJOR SCOTT's Defence of the ROHILLA MASSACRE.

To poor ROHILLAS overthrown,

That HASTINGS has no mercy shown,
In vain, cries SCOTT, to prove you strive;
By G-d he never murder'd one,
For half are still alive.

BENARES, the MECCA of HINDOSTAN,

MINISTERIAL UNDOUBTED FACTS.

"And whoever believeth not all this shall be damned."

ST. ATHANASIUS.

THE Members of Opposition are all equally poor-YET the poor ones are wholly maintained by the rich.

Notwithstanding the above is their only support-YET their only means of living arises at the gaming-table.

Though these poor dogs win so much money at BROOKES'S-YET the Members of BROOKES's are all equally indigent.

OPPOSITION cannot raise a shilling-YET they maintain an army of scribblers, merely to injure an immaculate Minister, whom it is not in their power to hurt,

They are too contemptible and infamous to obtain a moment's attention from any gentleman or man of sense, and the people at large hold them in general detestation— YET the gentlemen and men of sense, who conduct the Ministerial papers, are daily

employed to attack these infamous wretches, and in endeavouring to convince people who are already all of one mind.

Their characters are so notorious that no person can be found to give them credit for a shilling-YET they are constantly running in debt with their tradesmen.

They are obliged to spunge for a dinner, or else must go without-YET they indulge themselves in every species of debauchery and dissipation.

Their prose is as devoid of argument as their verse is of wit-YET whole troops of Ministerial writers are daily employed in answering the one and criticising the other.

Their speeches are laughed at and despised by the whole nation-YET these laughable and despicable, speeches were so artfully framed, as alone to raise a clamour that destroyed the wisest of all possible plans, THE IRISH PROPOSITIONS.

They have traitorously raised a flame in IRELAND YET the IRISH are too enlightened to attend to the barkings of a degraded fac

tion.

Their ROLLIADS and ODEs are stark nonsense-YET the sale has been so extensive as