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When, fresh from gaol, he mov'd the coach-lin'd way,
The donkies brayed and chimnies ceas'd to smoke!
Such hands were tongued, such pipes were split with cries,
All thought that Ilchester had lost a prize!—
Propitious pair! heroic duo hail!
So nicely fitted for a modern jail,—
Mob-courting rivals of th' Athenian two,
What monument shall Britain rear for you?
Oh! calmly wait till death's surprizing day
Shall cool your patriotic busts of clay;
Then shall two snowy statues grateful own,
Neglected patriots, kindling from the stone;—
While Hunt shall look all eloquently bland!
I happened to be walking up Norfolk-street, just as Hunt made his “triumphant entry” along the Strand. He seemed to have fattened in goal: there was altogether an increasing insolence in his manner, and when he waved his cloak, he looked as though he were sweeping to him the product of ten thousand bottles of blacking. “Triumphant entry!”—We had better chair Wilks and Hume next; the one for his service to the companies, and the other for his Greek patriotism. On seeing Hunt in his car, one could not but remember the anecdote of the Roman emperor, who gathered cockle-shells on the sea shore of Britain, and entered Rome with the heroism of a mighty conqueror. Hunt puffed hard to get into Parliament: but Sir T. Lethbridge, notwithstanding “all appliances” of stupidity, uselessness, &c. contrived to prevent him. The demagogue has nick-named him “Leather-breeches.”
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