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All the talents' garland

or, A few rockets let off at a celebrated ministry. Including Elijah's mantle, the Uti Possidetis, and other poems of the same author. By eminent political characters. The third edition, greatly enlarged [by E. A. Barrett]

Barrett, Eaton Stannard (1786-1820)

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ALL THE TALENTS' GARLAND.

BULL OF POPE PIUS VII.

AD AMICUM SHERIDANUM.

THE CONFESSION OF A GREY FRIAR.

THE LOYAL CATHOLIC:

ALL THE TALENTS, &c.

ON SOME LATE POLITICAL EVENTS.

THE MIGHTY MARQUIS.

CHURCH AND KING,

A NEW LOYAL SONG,

A GOSSIP'S STORY.

UPON ONE OF THE BROAD BOTTOMS LAYING IN A LARGE STORE OF PAPER, &c. A FEW DAYS BEFORE HIS DISMISSAL FROM OFFICE.

AN UNCLE'S ADVICE TO HIS NEPHEW,

THE NEW-OLD OPPOSITION.

ON A PARLIAMENTARY MOVER.

ON THE REFORM OF THE LATE ADMINISTRATION.

ON A FORMER COALITION ADMINISTRATION;

THE TASTE OF THE TIMES.

THE RESIGNATION.

THE TEMPLES AND THE CHURCH.

THE TALENTS ASLEEP.

GRENVILLE, OR HOWICK.

ON AN EVENT AT PETERSBURGH.

GENERAL EMANCIPATION.

ON THE LATE GLORIOUS MAJORITIES.

THE TALENT WANTED.

ROMULUS AND REMUS:

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EPITAPHS FOR ALL THE TALENTS.

[Hic jacent All the Talents, Wisdom, Wit]

[Here All the Talents lie, by St. George slain]

ELIJAH'S MANTLE:

THE UTI POSSIDETIS, AND STATUS QUO.

GREY'S LONG STORY, OR THE NEW MOUNSEER NONG TONG PAW.

THE LION, HORSE, FOX, AND OTHER BEASTS.

THE PALM OF VICTORY;

MORNI AND GAUL.

THE MODERN DÆDALUS.

ON THE MORNING CHRONICLE'S ATTACK ON MR. ROSE.

THE ONE TALENT WANTING.

ON THE WISE EXPEDITION TO ALEXANDRIA.

ON THE SPANISH SAILOR,

THE PAPIST'S RETREAT;

ALL THE TALENTS NO CONJURORS.

ALL THE TALENTS.

ON THE LATE CHANGE.

ON A LATE SUDDEN CALL FOR A DOUBLE QUANTUM OF PAPER.

“TEMPLA QUAM DILECTA.”

GRATTAN AND INSURRECTION.

THE POLITICAL TRANSMIGRATION.

NOSMET REBUS SERVAMUS SECUNDIS;

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ON THE SPANISH SAILOR,

WHO BEQUEATHED HIS TROWSERS TO AN EX-MINISTER.

So apt the gift, we all must grant,
It ne'er can be forgot;
For who could more thy breeches want,
Than a pauvre sans-culotte?