sea and land?--
By England spurn'd, yet plied with England's gold,
Till every scoundrel's stock of oaths was sold;
Then hither sent by hirelings vile as they,
To pass for sterling truth in open day.
Monstrous fatuity! and British peers
Have lent these vermin not unwilling ears;
For new-born lies have barter'd ancient law,
Broke public faith, to patch a private flaw,
And made a court that freemen never saw.
ACCUSERS, JURY, JUDGES, _all in ONE_!
O England! now be firm, or be undone!
Strangle this monster, ere its birth be o'er,
Or grov'lling lick the dust to rise no more!
Heard I aright? and was it HERE I heard
This crew 'gainst England's CONSORT QUEEN preferred?
Here did their sland'rous breath infest the air?
Hence did malicious tongues the scandal bear?
Gush'd 'neath this sacred dome the prurient flood
Of filth and venom, from that viper brood,
Which o'er the land hath spread its noisome stain,
While shudd'ring virtue weeps, but weeps in vain?
And (O shame's nauseous dregs!) did noble lips
Here taste that stream with epicurean sips?
And mitred heads, as o'er its scum they bent,
Snuff the rank steam, and chuckle at the scent?--
My soul is sick!--I turn with sated ear,
And find a cordial in my brethren here.
Peers who their conscience to no market bring;
Respect themselves, their country, and their king:
Nor would round England's smiling hearths diffuse
The breath--the very atmosphere of stews.
O horrid! yes, I feel the blast impure,
Air no blessed spirit may unpained endure:
Yet leave I not without a warning voice:
Hear, and obey, and Britons shall rejoice!

"You cannot, Lords! by votes create a crime,
Nor make your country's voice with falsehood chime:--
You cannot quench, with all this flood of LIES,
A gallant people's glowing sympathies:--
You cannot hide your idol God from them,
When prone you kiss its garment's nether hem:--
You cannot waste their treasure on a cause,
That boldly violates their guardian laws;
And 'scape the arrows from their quiver hurl'd--
The keen reproach, and hisses of the world.
You may cry 'GUILTY!' but the umpire land
Cancels the verdict with indignant hand,
Reveres the NOBLE MANY who uphold
The nation's dignity; nor brooks that gold,
Wrung hardly from her toiling sons, should p