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All The Blocks!

or, An Antidote to "All The Talents." Satirical Poem. In Three Dialogues. By Flagellum [i.e. S. W. H. Ireland]
  
  
  
  
  

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DIALOGUE THE SECOND.
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DIALOGUE THE SECOND.

Thou art too like the spirit of a Block—Down!
Thy folly sears mine eye-balls.—And thy air,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first—
A third is like the former.—Filthy hags!
Why do you shew me this?—A fourth?—Start, eye!
What! will the line stretch out to th' crack of doom?—
Another yet? a seventh! I 'll see no more—
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Which shews me many more; and some I see,
That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.
Horrible sight! nay, now, I see, 't is true;
For the old Portland Block rolls craz'd upon me
And points at them for him.

FLAGELLUM.
Fresh mounted, booted, spurr'd, with whip in hand,
I once more gallop to attack the band;
And resolutely wield fell Satire's pen,
To scare these monsters in their golden den.


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MALAGMA.
And pray, whose actions next must you be scanning?

FLAGELLUM.
When last we spoke, I told thee, friend—'tis C*nn*ng:
A shuttlecock, a petted child to view:
Whose father was—By Heav'n! I know not who.—
Whose ripening manhood Br*nsl*y's talents led;
By Science tutor'd, and by Genius fed :
Whose puny voice first lisp'd his borrow'd wit
In praise of Fox, and in opposing Pitt:
Whose patriotism seem'd so staunch and true,
That lucre ne'er would taint his buff and blue.

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But, ah! no sooner had his ore been try'd,
His faith, by ministry, became new dy'd :
Forgetful of his friends, in placeman's boat,
He seiz'd the golden oar—threw off his coat;
Then, gayly deck'd as any youth could be,
Strutted to court in his new livery;
Sub-secretary to great Gr*nv*lle figur'd in:
But as the wily snake will change its skin,
So C*nn*ng now doth that same mantle wear,
Which then was kept in noble Gr*nv*lle's care.

MALAGMA.
And what of that? Why blame the gentleman?
Should not the present Ins do all they can?

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'T is sure enough with empty purse to flout,
And bear for months the curse of being out .
Besides, to slur his talents who can dare?
Shew me a speaker now that ranks so fair:
And for department foreign!—on my soul—


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FLAGELLUM.
Thou might'st as well have had a barber's pole.

MALAGMA.
In C*nn*ng's praise Fame's clarion trump hath wrung.


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FLAGELLUM.
But knows he, save his own, a living tongue?
A nation's spleen was ne'er before thus urg'd,
Or common sense by folly so much purg'd.

MALAGMA.
What mean'st thou?


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FLAGELLUM.
Why, in reason, let me ask—
Whoe'er drew liquor from an empty cask?—
Heard dumb men speak?—beheld the blind man see?
Yet wonders such as these will surely be
When foreign letters C*nn*ng shall define,
Who of no foreign tongue translates a line .

MALAGMA.
That's some objection: still I see no rule
Why others should not. . . . . .

FLAGELLUM.
Take the boy to school.
So sweet a master was not long a suitor:
He had in view a very able tutor;

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Who makes him daily o'er his lesson look,
Such golden treasure gleaning from his book
As far surpasseth what is found in gift
Of Newbery's Tom Thumb—Jack Hickerthrift.
In short, poor C*nn*ng, though he'd nim'd the booty,
Had vainly hammer'd to perform his duty,
Were not his Scotch nurse, M*lv*lle, near at hand,
To tender him the pap-spoon at command ;

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And thus to mewling babe the titty give,
Who'll doubtless suck as long as Hal shall live.

MALAGMA.
And doubtless even so would'st thou, Flagellum.

FLAGELLUM.
No, I would rather wage eternal bellum,
Than give the lie to many sterling facts,
Which had by me been vouch'd in flaming tracts
On public freedom—such as C*nn*ng penn'd,
While yet the patriot and his country's friend,
Ere for recruits great Pitt had beat the drum,
And brib'd the youth with golden sugar-plum;
Ere native Honesty had fled the field,
And Truth been veil'd by Falshood's glossy shield;
Ere from his mind had flown all sterling graces—
For kissing hands, for pensions, and for places.
But farewel, C*nn*ng; after all is said,
I will allow there's something in thy head,
Which, if in proper time and place applied,
Had render'd thee, no doubt, thy country's pride:

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But ill thine actions with thy talents suit;
Thou art become Saint James's prostitute:
Thy wits, like mundane chattels, bought and sold;
The court—thy magnet, and thine idol—gold.
Once more, farewel: prophetic I must be,
So end with ghostly words—Remember me!

MALAGMA.
So much for C*nn*ng! thou hast wrung his knell,
Who of our ministry now bears the bell:
And since he could not 'scape thy ranc'rous gall,
I need not ask, who's next; thou'lt lash them all.
So tacitly will I the Satire heed;
And merely put my oar in, when there's need.

FLAGELLUM.
My muse is feminine; so now I'll deck her
With rhymes on Chancellor of the Exchequer —

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Yes, P*rc*v*l, thy portrait I must draw—
Arm'd, cap-à-pie, true limb of clutching law:
Whose form a P*rt*nd never had unfrock'd,
Had not for thee his cupboard been unlock'd;

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And to thy maw presented well-stor'd dishes—
For thou, like all thy tribe, lov'st loaves and fishes.
But, ah! who could resist the goading spur,
Thy winning post, the famous Lancaster;
And not hard gallop to acquire renown!—
For duchy selling thus thy rusty gown:
That robe, so many years a faithful hack,
The swarthy lacquey of thy legal back;

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That trusty robe—for, 'faith I'll tell thee true,
The old suit fitted better than the new.
For now thine arms, like Peach'em's, or like Lockit's,
Being longer grown, to dive in Britain's pockets,
Are only half-way cover'd from the view;
So all eyes now must see what thou dost do.
As to thy scull-cap, it is nought but rags:
But for the pockets, zounds and death! they're bags;
With seams all double-stitch'd, that no ill fate
May rend 'em open, gorg'd with golden weight.
As to the cassock, it is all a hum:
Some wag hath rent it off above the b*m,
Leaving expos'd to public gaze thy breech,
That boys may give grave Honour's throne a twitch.
To keep compunction from thy soul aloof,
It most be own'd thy vest is bullet proof:
As to thy front, with kissing friend D*nd*s,
'T is doubly plated o'er with polish'd brass;
And for thy brain-pan, 't is as amply stow'd
For state affairs, as tenantless abode.


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MALAGMA.
Why, this is worse and worse!—I cannot bear
Such sheer ill-nature 'gainst such talents rare.
Had ever law, I ask, a limb upon her,
More truly worthy praise, sir, than his honour?
Answer me prompt.—

FLAGELLUM.
I do, when my muse sings—
Law courts and cabinets are diff'rent things.
Such ill effects the changeling often suffers:
As when to candle you apply the snuffers,
And, seeking thus to give redoubled light,
The flame you lop off, and are veil'd in night;
Such is the case with P*rc*v*l, sir:—for,
Though good as lawyer, he's no chancellor.
But that the minister may know my mind,
Still further to address him I'm inclin'd.
So, P*rc*v*l, that thou may'st comprehend,
I'll e'en have at thee as a legal friend;
And in the cant of law my theme begin:—
Thy post was first obtain'd by disseisin;

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No regular surrender by the lord,
As ever shall be noted on record:
As for thy duchy, 't is a confirmation,
By which thou'rt bound to Court by obligation;
And, being always of a good thing tender,
Wilt ne'er, unless 't is by rebut, surrender,
And give the rightful owner quiet entry;
But, arm'd with sticks and staves, keep constant sentry,
And, vi et armis, thus se defendendo,
Dare excommunicato capiendo.
With brazen impudence, in place of wit,
Bid the bum-bailiff straight produce his writ:
Defend the action, arm'd with legal terror;
To stay the verdict, issue writ of error;
And at the last dread pinch, time to purloin,
For that term stay the trial by essoin.
And when as M*lv*lle gorg'd, or famous Necker,
Thou art condemn'd by thine own dear Exchequer,
From all secur'd, except the public curse,
Away thou'lt sneak clausula volumus:
For so will terminate, in spite of laws,
The injur'd plaintiff's—wretched Britain's—cause;

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Leaving no Talents—Talents to supplant,
And, though found guilty, spare the defendant .


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MALAGMA.
So, that is truly your opinion, Sir?


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FLAGELLUM.
Nor more, nor less; such is our minister.

MALAGMA.
Have you no private pique, no cause for hate?

FLAGELLUM.
Not I, by Heaven! He being high i'the state,
As public character, none dares deny
Freedom of speech.—A Briton, Sir, am I.

MALAGMA.
And I another:—

FLAGELLUM.
Well, Sir, that may be;
And yet in thinking we may not agree.
Call P*rc*v*l, for instance, what you will,
I must affirm he is the same man still;
Not one jot more than what I've set him down,
In state robes weak, but strong in lawyer's gown.


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MALAGMA.
I see you're fix'd!

FLAGELLUM.
Immoveable as rocks.

MALAGMA.
Have you aught more to add?

FLAGELLUM.
About the Blocks?

MALAGMA.
The Ministry, I mean!

FLAGELLUM.
As you may call 'em.
Well, Blocks or Ministers, I still must maul 'em:
And as of law so late my muse hath spoken,
The thread of my discourse shall not be broken;
So come forth, pensive wool-sack, legal clay!

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Giant refresh'd! The ling'ring law's delay!
The Chanc'ry's dray-cart! Drone of Lincoln's Inn—
The tight-cork'd bottle of its endless bin!
Since vain's the legal search we may pursue:
An E*d*n's sapience blunts the keenest screw.
Once more the raven croaks—fell bird of fate!—
No cause decided—masters arbitrate:—
Sly ruse, by which the judge his conscience eases;
Referring judgment wheresoe'er he pleases.
Now listen, prithee, to his studied rant —
His vows, his eye-drops, hyberbolic cant:
So fearful of infringing justice' laws—
So rooted to uphold the suppliant's cause—
That, wav'ring o'er the burthen of his song,
In striving to do right, he oft does wrong.


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MALAGMA.
Who in a judge can caution reprehend?

FLAGELLUM.
Such caution can't be deem'd the claimant's friend.
Decision long withheld, Sir, if you please,
Is not a cure; but worse than the disease:
'Tis like obtaining for asthmatic breath
The patient's cure, by putting him to death:
If two men wrangle about one estate,
'Twere better quickly to decide their fate:
Since thereby right the sooner gets its own:
While wrong, with equal justice, is o'erthrown;
And both the sooner mental peace resume—
He knows the worst, who once has heard his doom.


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MALAGMA.
I'm silent; and must needs confess, that I
Cannot in reason combat your reply.

FLAGELLUM.
Here break we off, then; that my muse may borrow
A respite from her labours till to-morrow;
When I my flagellations will renew:
Till which, Sir, I am your's.—

MALAGMA.
The same to you.

END OF DIALOGUE THE SECOND.
 

—While our Secretary was yet untainted by the blandishments of venality, he published some spirited tracts on public liberty, the perusal of which will enable the world to form a more sterling proof of his dereliction from past opinions, than volumes of vague affirmations on this subject; but

Tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis.

—Mr. C*nn*ng, when speaking of his firm attachment to Mr. Pitt, gave it as his opinion, that —It was better to err with Cato, than do right with the rest of mankind.

Rien n'est si dangereux qu'un indiscret ami;
Mieux vaudroit un sage ennemi.

Lafontaine.

The Blocks, wretched gentlemen! have had a miserable time of it while bereft of office, and have been wandering about like stray sheep bereft of a shepherd;—however, leave them alone, I warrant me they will speedily make good for the loss of time by a glorious golden surfeit. As to P*rtl*nd, poor soul! his stomach is so weak, that M*lv*lle has prescribed him an opiate; and during its operation, has very kindly undertaken to fill the chair: while P*rc*v*l is nominated his standing vice-president, who at the first course swallowed down the whole of a famous Lancashire dish, called duchy, without offering to help a single individual present.— By a wink from the president M*lv*lle, my L*rd H*w*sb*ry, with equal effrontery and gluttony, clawed hold of a tureen filled with home-made soup, and gobbled himself into Secretary for that department:—while C*stl*re*gh, at his right hand, finding his appetite keen, new strung his bow with a fricasee of war and colonies, which was swallowed in a trice.—E*rls C*md*n and W*stm*rl*nd, having a little more politesse and moderation, were satisfied with the Privy-seal and Presidency of the Council:—while L---d M*lgr*ve, though totally unacquainted with the contents of the dish, absolutely gorged himself with a tremendous sea pye, and was immediately obliged to quit the table: the consternation occasioned by this sudden movement, afforded time for arranging the second course—at which E*rl B*th*rst played an excellent knife and fork, by devouring the contents of the gilt dish of mint, and instantly afterwards clearing the board of a ragoo of trade.—L*rd C--- S*m*rs*t and Mr. L*ng jointly determined on putting their forces together; on which they immediately set*to, and paid away pretty roundly.—L*rd Eld*n, according to custom, came, drone like, in for his legal porrage, with which he burnt his mouth, notwithstanding he had previously blown upon it for a length of time; and, in his hurry to render it palatable, had, in a peevish fit, moistened it with his tears.—As to the D*ke of R*chm*nd, he got confoundedly drunk with toasting every body present, three times at least, without intermission; and as he grew quarrelsome in his cups, and wanted to fight all the company, it was deemed expedient to send him to Coventry, and he was accordingly shipped off for Ireland, as that place was best fitted for his boisterous qualifications.—M*ntr*se, who cannot bear brains, pushed the dish away which was before him, and soon rendered himself master of a pattie of horse flesh, which, notwithstanding its repugnant appellation, proved to him extremely palatable.—R*se ate up a vice-presidentship before any one could say Jack Robinson, and then ran off with his empty plate to M*lv*lle, whom he swore to pester unceasingly, until his hunger should be completely appeased.—The M*rq*s of T*tchf*ld vowed he had a tit bit in a nice slice of the Treasury pudding: in short, there were innumerable guests who crowded to the board in order to satiate their voracious appetites, some of whom came in for none, and others for less still; cramming, however, to such a degree, that the man-cook, John Bull, sweating, puffing, and blowing, at length got into such a furious rage that he kicked over the stew-pans, put out the fire, and rushing forth with the carving-knife in his hand, darted indignantly on the cormorants, and at length effected a complete victory, by putting the whole troop to flight.

. . . . . . . . Procul, O! Procul, este profani—
Conclamat vates, totoque absistite luco.

Virgil.

As the Blocks have adopted the plan of employing interpreters for our Secretary for the Foreign Department, it is conjectured that they wish to emulate the custom of the Turks, who conceive their own tongue possessed of so much sublimity, that it would be derogatory to learn any other, in consequence of which, they have recourse to interpreters upon all occasions.

—Our Secretary for the Foreign Department must have found himself very awkwardly situated upon his entrance into office, the duties of which so peremptorily call for a knowledge of the living tongues; but this glaring deficiency was easily remedied by Scotch Harry, who has proved to the country, that he does not stick at trifles:—and it is positively asserted, that his lordship, for several days, attended at the office of Mr. C*nn*ng, in order to initiate the young gentleman into the arcana of the business. That the Secretary is au fait at Latin and Greek, I do not doubt; but he now finds that the jargon of the schools is insufficient: but no matter, let him take courage, a correspondence in Greek will be highly acceptable to the major part of Johnny Bull's progeny, who may now expect to be indulged with every thing that is unintelligible.

—With all that degree of consistent wisdom which has been the unvarying characteristic of our sublime ministry, we now behold in the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Mr. P*rc*v*l, whose career has hitherto been uniformly passed in the C---t of Ch*nc*ry, where he made motions on the subject of wills and leases, to which branch of legal study he had particularly addicted himself.—When a young barrister, this gentleman was conspicuous for extreme pertness and presumptuousness; and at all consultations was prone to take upon himself the office of differing in opinion from those counsellors who were his seniors, both in age and in practice. So much for his breeding: as to his disinterestedness

Lapis auri index, aurum hominum—
that has been rendered evident from his requiring, in addition to the ostensible post he now holds in the state, the further douceur of the seal of the duchy of Lancaster, durante vita, which his M---y was persuaded not to give, except during pleasure, by an address of the House of Commons. But the Blocks, like the last ministry, are not satisfied with one place; such a consideration being far too insignificant, when put in competition with the weight of their Talents: no, no, things are now reversed; and Lord C*stl*r*gh swears he will not be contented until another string is added to his bow. Lord M*lv*lle, the present state mechanist, when in office with P*tt, held three places at once; viz. Secretary of State, President of the Board of Controul, and Treasurer of the Navy; besides being Privy Seal in Scotland, and Heaven knows what besides:—and will any one pretend to say, that his lordship is less ravenous now, than he was at that period?—and still, notwithstanding such a string of places, he was not prevented from violating a solemn law, and fingering, both by himself and his worthy deputy, the public money. Yet, this very peer, who was adjudged by so many of his colleagues as guilty of a gross breach of his duty, is now restored to his Sovereign's councils; his eldest son placed at the head of the India Board; the counsellor who defended his cause (Mr. Pl*m*r), through his interest, is made Solicitor-general; while he himself is the great conductor of every thing behind the curtain;—the block of P*rt*nd being a mere stop-gap, incapable, through age and imbecility, of delivering his sentiments to the public on any topic whatsoever.

As all my readers may not be conversant with legal terms, I shall explain the above in as few words as possible.

Disseisin—is the wrongfully putting out of him that is actually seised of a thing: very analogous, it must be confessed, to the dispossessing of the late L*rd H*n*y P*tty.

Surrender—the quietly giving up possession to another; which certainly was not the case.

Record—an authentic testimony written on rolls of parchment; viz. the fact will be handed down to posterity, while the political annals of this nation are in existence.

Confirmation—is when any thing is made sure and unavoidable; or whereby a particular property is increased: now as gentlemen of the long robe are pretty acute, there is no doubt but the right honourable premier made a calculation of profits arising from law, and fees obtained from a chancellorship and permanent duchy; when finding the balance in favour of the latter, he ratified his deed of confirmation.

Obligation—is a bond containing a penalty for the performance of any thing; therefore, a duchy was the price which, in case of non-performance of stipulations, is to revert back to the original donor.

Rebut is to repel or bar—and no doubt but Mr. P*rc*v*l would throw sufficient impediments in the way of going out.

Surrender, the yielding up or giving possession of an estate. This instrument never will be signed but by compulsion.

Entry, is the taking possession. The Chancellor must in the first place be expulsed, and then indeed we might say— a good riddance of bad rubbish.

Excommunicato Capiendo, a writ commanding the apprehension of a person, and the confining him, without bail or mainprize, until he conforms himself. This will prove the case when the eyes of a certain illustrious personage shall be opened, and thus display the imbecility of the Blocks imposed upon him.

Error—A writ, whereby a fault is, or more frequently pretended to be found in the judgment of the court, whereby the pleading is prayed to be reversed.—A very facetious quibble to stay an individual from having immediate justice done him, and well worthy the Premier's consideration.

Essoin, in most instances a sham excuse that the party cannot attend in propria persona; all tending to create procrastination. —The law's delay—the insolence of office.

Clausula Volumus—A writ granted to protect the property of a man from the king's ministers.

—A very favourite expression of his Lordship's, who, doubtless, thereby means to convey an idea of the ponderosity of his judgment.

Jus sumum sæpe summa est malitia.

Terence.

—When Lord E*d*n favours the C---t of Ch*nc*ry with a speech it may with truth be stiled hypermeter, and has a somniferous charm attached to it, which never fails to become apparent with the counsel, who uniformly address themselves to sleep, except indeed his lordship thinks fit to treat upon the pathetic, and when such proves the case,

Nay, and thou weepst,
Then must I snivel too.