PARLIAMENTARY INTELLIGENCE. was both a humane, and politic measure. 37 As to, war, as an abstract question, Gentlemen might readily be supposed to entertain different and sometimes fluctuating opinions; for his part, he had no hesitation in declaring, that, from long experience in most branches of tacties, he had naturally become a steady and decided friend to general warfare, as the source of man's prosperity. As to the conflict in which we were immediately engaged, he would take the liberty to ask, how can the blood and treasure of England be better employed than in supporting the regal sovereignty and religion of the Spanish nation? Gentlemen might smile, "but," says the Right Honourable Gentleman (solemnly laying his left hand on the contrary breast, erroneously thinking to find his heart on the RIght side), I vow to God, I shall always think the war holy, just, and pure; and therefore the Address has my hearty concurrence." 66 [Here there was a violent call of Question! question! question!] Mr. R- F r rose to order; and in a mild and terse manner, so peculiarly his own, hoped that the Commons House of England was not turned into a bear-garden!-[Hear! hear! hear! from both sides of the House.]-As to the Convention of Cintra, it was a delicate subject, and therefore all he should say upon it was, that too many d-d cooks had spoiled the broth! Before he sat down, there was another subject not less delicate, on which he wished some information: it was reported that the French had taken all the women, with the baggage of our light horse; if that was the case, he should be glad to know what the rascals did with them? [Peals of laughter.] Mr. Hns B said, that he should not trespass upon the House much beyond their usual indulgence; but the importance of the very serious points brought into discussion-the alarming crisis of the fate fate of Europe at this moment, and the subjects glanced at, had, he confessed, taken so firm a possession of his mind, that he could not suffer them to pass by without some investigation at the opening of the sessions. At present, he said, he should simplify the subject-matter to be discussed under nine heads only, which, according to his conception, might be severally analysed in the course of the evening's debate. [Here BELLAMY's well-seasoned GRIDIRONSbegan to work; and our Reporters left the House-expected to sit late.] THE MOONSTRUCK WARRIOR. WRITTEN AFTER READING ONE OF BONAPARTE'S [From the Morning Post, Jan. 24.] THE good man reposes by fears untormented, Yet vanity clings to the Corsican loon; For as lately he rov'd, plotting mischiefs in Spain, In a fit of real transport he spake to the moon, And these were the words of the moon stricken swain "Ah, Luna! fair creature, so brightly you 're shining, 'Tis plain you're in love with my beautiful face; And learn, Madam Luna, thy love stands repining, That fate keeps between us a terrible space. "For Terra, averse to my lust of dominion, Breathes nothing but curses against thy fond lover; And after provoking to madness thy minion, She bids me leap to thee my wits to recover. "Yet, Luna, attend to the vow of thy knight, Thy knight very true with his wits on the wane; Ere I quit the brown scorner, in madness and spite, With the blood of her children her bosom I'll stain. "Having 66 GLEE IN THE NEW TRAGEDY. "Having done so before, I'il my practice repeat.""A gallant resolve, my good son," says the devil; But the moon you 'll not go to-below I 've a seat, A warm one prepar'd, for my rival in evil.” GLEE IN THE NEW TRAGEDY OF MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING." BY JOHN BULL. Tune-Sigh no more, Ladies. [From the Morning Chronicle, Jan. 27.] SIGH 39 IGH no more, Jolinny; Johnny, sigh no more; One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never. But let them go, And be thou blithe and bonny, Send no more armies; Johnny, send no mo' But let thy crazy statesmien go, But let them go, And be thou blithe and bonny, Into-Hey Johnny, Johnny! TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING CHRONICLE. SIR, THE inclosed Lines, as their tenour denotes, were written by an admirer of the late Sir John Moore, immediately after intelligence had arrived of the com mencement mencement of his march from Lisbon. As contributing to show what expectations were entertained from the military talents of our lamented hero, you perhaps will not object to publish them even now, although opportunity for the full display of those talents was withheld, and has been withdrawn for ever. 27th Jan. 1809. Yours, &c. UNCHECK'D by regards of duration or distance, C. Now Spain, all in arms, rears the flag of contention, Fear chases his hosts, and his satraps are fled ; The Gaul calls new hordes from the wide circling regions; Dark clouds of stern menace the prospect obscure:-Enraptur'd I mark the advance of the legions Which Britain, undoubting, confides to her Moore. Through deserts, o'er mountains, cross floods and morasses, The Hero explores his inflexible way; Slow Famine, insidious, strews snares where he passes, Ah! were the fond breathings of friendship availing, Ripe harvests, lov'd chieftain, should start from the sod; Fit theme for light ode or grave legend preparing, Change defeat to success, and mould triumphs from shame. Pursue thy high fates, and, serenely ambitious, The rank which thy merits award thee, assume A Churchill, of laurels alone avaricious; A Nelson, unstamp'd by the seal of the tomb! LINES, EXTEMPORALLY WRITTEN, IN ANSWER TO SOME LI BELLOUS STANZAS, FALSELY FATHERED UPON JOHN BULL, AND INSERTED IN THE OPPOSITION CHRO NICLE OF JAN. 27. (See p. 39.) F [From the Morning Post, Jan. 30.] OAM away, "Talents," as long as ye please; Statesmen run mad 't is quite plain that ye are, Having no feet to stand on, ye prate at your ease, And will not from proving, your weakness forbear. Assist not the Spaniards, you say to John Bull, But turn all your friends and good servants away; But Johnny, you 'il find, has some brains in his skull, And will not be led by the Talents astray. Once he was lur'd by your boastings so vain, And then "crazy statesmen" made terrible work, So he vows he'll ne'er trust to such statesmen again, Again to be bang'd by both Christian and Turk, He'll others employ, who, with less of pretension, May lead him to honour, to greatness, and fame Whom if to revile 't is your noble intention, The Talents will soon reap a harvest of shame. JOHN BULL ON BONAPARTE'S ABUSE OF ENGLAND IN THE MONITEUR. [From the Morning Herald, Jan. 30.1 "The English have sent to Spain libels and poniards in profusion." See the Twelfth Bulletin. THUS the pickpocket, scheming for relief, Thus the great Robber of our Gothic age, 66 Stop thief!" |