Sly Jesuits have a senator misled,

He hints a pension, and he saves a head. While since adventure outlets must obtain, In closing war he frees the roads to gain ; Shows teeming marts, and says to Hope, Behold,

'Tis Peace that guards the avenues to gold." So blent with good and evil all the springs Which move in states the wheels of human

things,

That, though the truth must be with pain confest,

Men not too good may suit mankind the

best;

So leave Sir Robert " buttoned to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within!"

FOX

Men live who tell us what no books can teach,

How spoke the speaker-what his style of speech.

Our Fox's voice roll'd no melodious stream-It rose in splutter and went off in scream, Yet could it vary in appropriate place, From the sharp alto to the rumbling bass. Such sudden changes when you'd least expect, Secured to dissonance a stage effect,

Striking you most when into talk-like ease

Slid the wild gamut down the cracking keys. The Action? what Quintilian would have shock'd;

The huge fist thunder'd, and the huge frame rock'd,

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As clattering down, immenso ore, went Splinters and crags of crashing argument. Not for neat reasonings, subtle and refined, Paused the strong logic of that rushing mind;

It tore from out the popular side of Truth Fragments, the larger because left un

couth

Hands, if less strong, more patient than his

own,

Perfect the statue, his heaved forth the stone,

And in the rock his daring chisel broke, Hew'd the bold outlines with a hasty stroke. But on this force, with its disdain of rule, No safe good sense would like to found a school;

And (drop the image) he who leads mankind Must seek to soothe and not to shock the

mind.

The chief whose anger all the angry cheer, Thins his own ranks-the temperate disappear;

They shake their heads, and in a sober fright Groan, "What a passion he was in tonight!"

"Men in a passion must be in the wrong;

"And, heavens ! how dangerous

they're made so strong!"

when

Thus is it strange, with all his genius, zeal, Such head to argue, and such heart to feel, That the great Whig, amidst immense applause,

Scared off his clients and bawled down his

cause;

Undid reform by lauding revolution,

Till cobblers cried, God save the Constitu'tion!"

Met by deserters in his own approaches, He fled his followers filled three hackney coaches !

Leave we the orator but track the man, May clothes with bloom the orchard of St.

Anne ;

Under the blossoms, stirr'd by the meek wind,

See that large form so quietly reclined; · Those black brows bent o'er learning's calmest tome,

That smile whose peace floods, as with sunlight, home.

There see him taste, far from life's reek and din,

Toil without strife, and pleasure without

sin;

Glow o'er some golden song, or pause per

plext

By some dry scholiast or some doubtful

text;

Charm kindred ears with Attic lore and wit,

And rapt to Pindus, leave mankind to Pitt.

PITT

The lone proud man! for him no graces smiled,

No love the pause from jaded toil beguiled; No twilight tryst exchanged the youthful

Vow;

No tender lips kissed trouble from that brow!

His sole Egeria (O supreme caprice !)

A crack'd, uncanny war-witch of a niece, Who, at his death, found Syrian sands alone Replace the lost grand desert she had known, For rule in wastes by previous empire fit, Had she not ruled a lonelier world in Pitt? Yet all strong natures have affections strong Barr'd the free vents which to man's life belong;

Still springs well up, concentre sudden force,

And glad the waves of which they swell the

course.

These are the minds that serve some abstract creed

The Church Ignatius, Fame the Royal Swede;

More hot the ideal, human love unknown,

As chaste Pygmalion hugg'd to life a stone.
Pitt's human passion, his ideal dream,
His soul's twin Arcady and Academe,
Was England!-Not more rooted to the
deep

The stubborn isle round which the tempests sweep,

Than he to England; call him, if you will, Too fond of power-'twas power for England still.

Through this he ruled; he spoke, and this was shown;

The Laws, the Land, the Altar and the Throne,

Mere words with others, were to him the all Left man to prize and strive for since the Fall,

LORD MELBOURNE

In stalwart contrast, large of heart and frame,

Destined for power, in youth more bent on fame,

Sincere, yet deeming half the world a sham, Mark the rude handsome manliness of Lamb!

None then foresaw his rise; ev'n now but few

Guess right the man so many thought they knew ;