From Otaheite's Isle to Salisbury Plain, Of all climes and professions, years and trades,

Ready to swear against the good king's reign,

The rest," quoth Michael: “Who may be so graced

As to speak first? there's choice enoughwho shall

It be?" Then Satan answer'd, "There are many;

Bitter as clubs in cards are against spades:
All summon'd by this grand “subpœna," to | But you may choose Jack Wilkes as well
Try if kings mayn't be damn'd, like me

or you.

When Michael saw this host, he first grew

pale,

As angels can; next, like Italian twilight,
He turn'd all colours-as a peacock's tail,
Or sunset streaming through a Gothic
skylight

as any."

A merry, cock-eyed, curious looking Sprite, Upon the instant started from the throng, Dress'd in a fashion now forgotten quite; For all the fashions of the flesh stick long By people in the next world; where unite All the costumes since Adam's, right or wrong, In some old abbey, or a trout not stale, From Eve's fig-leaf down to the petticoat, Or distant lightning on the horizon by night, | Almost as scanty, of days less remote. Or a fresh rainbow, or a grand review Of thirty regiments in red, green, and blue.

The Spirit look'd around upon the crowds Assembled, and exclaim'd, “My friends of all Then he address'd himself to Satan: "Why-The spheres, we shall catch cold amongst My good old friend, for such I deem you, these clouds; So let's to business: why this general call? If those are freeholders I see in shrouds, And 'tis for an election that they bawl, Behold a candidate with unturn'd-coat! Saint Peter, may I count upon your vote?"

though

Our different parties make us fight so shy,
I ne'er mistake you for a personal foe;
Our difference is political, and I
Trust that, whatever may occur below,
You know my great respect for you; and

this

That look'd as it had been a shade on earth;
Quick in its motions, with an air of vigour, It is my gentle public, lend thine ear!
But nought to mark its breeding or its birth: "Tis, that what Junius we are wont to call,
Now it wax'd little, then again grew bigger, Was really, truly, nobody at all.

Changed every instant-to what, none could I don't see wherefore letters should not be Written without hands, since we daily view