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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.

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.

IMPROMPTU.

PITT AND FOX.

GRENVILLE, OR HOWICK.

ON AN EVENT AT PETERSBURGH.

GENERAL EMANCIPATION.

IMPROMPTU.

ON THE LATE GLORIOUS MAJORITIES.

THE TALENT WANTED.

THE BOOK-WORM:

ROMULUS AND REMUS:

EPITAPHS FOR ALL THE TALENTS.

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.

PETTY-ANA.

ON THE WISE EXPEDITION TO ALEXANDRIA.

ON THE SPANISH SAILOR,

THE PAPIST'S RETREAT;

A CONUNDRUM.

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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ELIJAH'S MANTLE:
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Various inaccurate copies of the following beautiful Verses having obtained circulation, the Editor has been so fortunate as to prevail upon the Author to favour him with a correct transcript of the Poem, which is here presented to the Public in its original state, as it was written in February 1806.

A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM PITT.

I

When by th'Almighty's dread command,
Elijah, call'd from Israel's land,
Rose in the sacred flame,
His Mantle good Elisha caught,
And, with the Prophet's spirit fraught,
Her second hope became.

II

In Pitt our Israel saw combin'd
The Patriot's heart—the Prophet's mind,
Elijah's spirit here:
Now, sad reverse!—that spirit rest,
No confidence, no hope is left:
For no Elijah's near.

III

Is there, among the greedy band
Who've seiz'd on power, with harpy hand,
And Patriot worth assume,
One on whom public faith can rest—
One fit to wear Elijah's vest,
And cheer a Nation's gloom?

IV

Grenville!—to aid thy Treasury fame,
A portion of Pitt's Mantle claim,
His generous ardour feel;
Resolve, 'bove sordid self, to soar,
Amidst Exchequer gold be poor!
Thy wealth—the public weal.

V

Fox!—if, on thee, some remnant fall,
The shred may, to thy mind, recall
Those hours of loud debate,
When thy unhallow'd lips be-prais'd
“The glorious fabric” traitors rais'd
On Bourbon's fallen state—

VI

Thy soul let Pitt's example fire,
With patriot zeal thy tongue inspire,
Spite of thy Gallic leaven;
And teach thee, in thy latest day,
His form of prayer, (if thou canst pray)
“O save my Country, Heaven!”

VII

Windham,—if e'er thy sorrows flow
For private loss or public woe,
Thy rigid brow unbend:
Tears, over Cæsar, Brutus shed,
His hatred warr'd not with the dead—
And Pitt was once thy friend.

VIII

Does Envy bid thee not to mourn?
Hold then his Mantle up to scorn,
His well-earn'd Fame assail;
Of funeral honours strip his corse,
And at his virtues till thou'rt hoarse,
Like curst Thersites rail!

IX

Illustrious Roscius of the State!
New breech'd and harness'd for debate,
Thou wonder of thy age!
Petty or Betty art thou hight,
By Granta sent to strut thy night
On Stephen's bustling stage?

X

Pitt's 'Chequer robe 'tis thine to wear:
Take of his Mantle too a share,
'Twill aid thy Ways and Means;
And should Fat Jack, and his Cabal,
Cry “Rob us the Exchequer, Hal!”
'Twill charm away the fiends.

XI

Sage Palinurus of the realm!
By Vincent call'd to take the helm!
And play his proxy's part;
Dost thou or star, or compass know?
Canst reef aloft—or hand below?
Hast conn'd the shipman's chart?

XII

No! from Pitt's Mantle tear a rag,
Enough to serve thee for a flag,
And hoist it on thy mast:
Beneath that sign (our prosperous star)
Shall future Nelsons rush to war,
And rival victories past.

XIII

Sidmouth—though low his head is laid
Who call'd thee from thy native shade,
And gave thee second birth;—
Gave thee the sweets of Power and Place,
The tufted gown—the gilded mace,
And rear'd thy puny worth:

XIV

Think how his Mantle wrapp'd thee round:
Is one of equal virtue found
Among thy new Compeers?
Or can thy cloak of Amiens stuff,
Once laugh'd to scorn by Blue and Buff,
Screen thee from Windham's jeers?

XV

When Faction threaten'd Britain's land,
Thy new-made friends—a desperate band,
Like Ahab—stood reprov'd:
Pitt's powerful tongue their rage could check;
His counsel sav'd, 'midst general wreck,
The Israel that he lov'd.

XVI

Yes, honour'd shade; whilst near thy grave
The letter'd sage, and chieftain brave,
The votive marble claim;
O'er thy cold corse—the public tear
Congeal'd, a chrystal shrine shall rear,
Unsullied as thy Fame.