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of toil, Who now purvey our meats and drinks, Our gardens devastate, and spoil Our sinks, Shall seldom condescend to take That inconsiderable sum For which they daily butch, and bake, And plumb; Such humble votaries of trade No more shall follow arts like these; Since most of them will then be made M.P.s! * * * * * And can I then (with some surprise You ask) possess my tranquil soul, And view with calm indifferent eyes The Poll, While partisans, in raucous tones, With doleful wail or joyful shout Proclaim that Brown is in, or Jones Is out? I can: I do: the reason's plain: That blissful day which prophets paint Perhaps may come: perhaps again It mayn't: And ere these ages blest begin (For Rome, I've heard historians say, Was only partly finished in A day) In men of sentiments sublime 'Tis possible we yet may trace The influence of mellowing Time And PLACE:-- O who can tell? Ere Labour rouse Its ever-multiplying hordes To mend or end th' obstructive House Of Lords, And bid aristocrats begone, And their hereditary pelf Bestow with generous hand upon Itself-- Why, Mr. George,--his threats forgot Which Earls and Viscounts cowering hear,-- Himself may be, as like as not, A Peer! FORECAST Tomkins! when revolving lustres Thin those shining locks that now Wreathe their hyacinthine clusters Round your intellectual brow,-- You who in your nobler station Still are kind enough to seek Our political salvation Rather more than once a week,-- Think you, will your rightful value Still be duly understood? Will the British Public hail you Always great and always good? When the Peoples fight for Freedom And the tyrant's rage confront, Will they call for you to lead 'em? --No, my friend: I fear they won't. Soon or late are Truth's apostles Laid upon their destined shelf; You, who talk of Ancient Fossils, Tomkins! will be one yourself: Dons and Men with gibe and sneer your Ancient crusted ways will view, Wondering oft with smile superior What's the use of Things like you! All the schemes that win you glory, Meant to mend our mortal mess-- Th
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