ght to mind
Unpleasant sensations to him left behind;
For remorse will at all times keen anguish bring
To an unfeeling bosom, tho' he be a ---.
Scarce had she rested on the Italic shore,
Then means were employ'd to harrass her more.
Spies and informers were fattened to say
Our Queen in her conduct by far was too gay:
When they witness'd a smile, they did not decline
To make it a certain intrigue or a crime.
May the book of false statements against them appear,
When eternity's trial is found to be near.
Soon matters and plans for a new magazine,
Made up of slander, corruption, and spleen;
When all was made ready they at it anew;
Again our Queen's conduct was made a review.
Corruption and art such a picture did draw,
As what was surmis'd, was pass'd to a law.
The ill fated trial at last did come on;
The time that it lasted was all time too long.
The perjur'd Italians were forc'd to give o'er;
They had lied so much that they could lie no more;
For Brougham and Denman plac'd them on the rack;
And forc'd the vile reptiles to fly instant back.
It's a pity I say that a devouring wave
Did'nt save the expence of digging a grave;
In a country so famous for speaking the truth,
Or to save the late trouble had died in their youth.
The trial now over and guiltless appear;
Long live the Queen, you might hear in each ear;
Her rights and her honours we'll ever support;
Tho' corruption again more Italians import;
If there come a whole cargo, we'll soon make them skip,
To save future trouble we'll scuttle the ship.
The next thought of scheme for the good of the nation,
Was to keep our good Queen from holding a station
All delicate scruples of justice hurl'd down--
It was soon determin'd she should not wear the Crown
If ever a Queen was deserving that station,
It was good Caroline the pride of the nation.
The time will soon come when all things will change,
The minions of minions will be forc'd for to range
From stations they hold and from stations they fill:
It's good for the country they should not have their will.
May the wings of bright liberty ne'er one feather loose--
May freemen be freemen, and proper men choose
To fill up such places as may be to fill;
For corruption you see is now down on the hill.
Disgrace and dishonour must to justice give way,
For reason's chaste dictates