Didactic Muse, be thine to state, The rules that harmonize debate! THINE, mighty CLIO, to resound from far, "The door! the door!-the bar! the bar!" Stout Pearson damns around at her dread word;"Sit down!" cries Clementson, and grasps his silver sword. V. But lo! where Pitt appears to move Some new resolve of hard digestion ! Wake then, my Muse, thy gentler notes of love, And in persuasive numbers, "put the Question.' The question's gain'd!—the Treasury-Bench rejoice! "All hail, thou least of men" (they cry), with mighty voice! -Blest sounds! my ravish'd eye surveys Ideal Ermine, fancied Bays! Wrapt in St. Stephens future scenes I sit perpetual chairman of the Ways and Means! Cease, cease, ye Bricklayer crew, my sire to praise, His mightier offspring claims immortal lays ! The father climb'd the ladder, with a hod; The son, like General Jackoo, jumps alone, by God! NUMBER XII. ODE, By MAJOR JOHN SCOTT, M.P. &c. &c. I. WHY does the loitering sun retard his wain, There Bisnagar, There Oude and proud Bahar, in joy confederate. II. Curs'd be the clime, and curs'd the laws, that lay Of sacred truth and Holy Majesty ! Thy chest is stout, thy back is broad- Thou'rt witty, as thou'rt fair! III. North of the Drawing-room a closet stands : With innate wiles, How do thy tricks of state, Great GEORGE, abound ! So in thy Hampton's mazy ground, The path that wanders In meanders, Ever bending, Never ending, Winding runs the eternal round. Perplex'd, involv'd, each thought bewilder'd moves; IV. Now shall the levee's ease thy soul unbend, In accents clear, Great Brunswick's voice still vibrate on my ear "What?-what?-what? "Scott!-Scott!-Scott! "Hot!-hot !-hot! "What?-what?-what?" Oh! fancy quick! oh! judgment true! So hasty, and so generous too! Not one of all thy questions will an answer wait! Vain, vain, oh Muse, thy feeble art, To paint the beauties of that head and heart! That heart where all the virtues join! V. Monarch of mighty Albion, check thy talk! On each unpowdered lock! Sniff is a new interjection for the sense of smelling. On every membrane see a topaz clings! The Munny Begums' spoils appear! Oh! Pitt, with awe behold that precious throat, |