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28 And never such a treat, as—the epistle of one "Vetus,"

Had he found save in downright crimes:

"Though I doubt if this drivelling encomiast of War

Ever saw a field fought, or felt a scar,

Yet his fame shall go farther than he can guess,

For I'll keep him a place in my hottest Press;

And his works shall be bound in Morocco d'Enfer,

And lettered behind with his Nom de Guerre."

17.

The Devil gat next to Westminster,

And he turned to "the room" of the Commons;

But he heard as he purposed to enter in there,

That "the Lords" had received a summons;

And he thought, as "a quondam Aristocrat,"

He might peep at the Peers, though to hear them were flat;

And he walked up the House so like one of his own,

That they say that he stood pretty near the throne.

18.

He saw the Lord Liverpool seemingly wise,

The Lord Westmoreland certainly silly,

And Jockey of Norfolk—a man of some size—

And Chatham, so like his friend Billy;