But CROKER soon doubles
The President's troubles,
And baffles his wishes,

And baffles his wishes;
He doubles the old set,
And gives to this bold set
The loaves and the fishes,
The loaves and the fishes.

Amid all this struggle,
Of State jobs and juggle,
And jockeyship rare, Sir,
And jockeyship rare, Sir,
Great NEWTON looks down,
And demands with a frown,
What's that in my chair, Sir?
What's that in my chair, Sir?

NEW BALLAD,

UPON THE WONDERFUL RAT LATELY CAUGHT

NEAR SOMERSET HOUSE, NOW EXHIBITING
AT SWEETING'S ALLEY, CORNHILL.

SEE PLACARDS IN THE STREETS PASSIM.

May 7, 1818.

POPE sung of a pheasant, and GRAY of a cat, SAM JOHNSON a duck, PETER PINDAR a louse ; Then why should not I try my hand on the Rat, The wonderful Rat caught at Somerset House? For of all that at Treasury cheese-parings bite,

At Admiralty biscuit or India's rare food, Of all that "the Woods and the Forests " delight, This Rat has combin'd all the beauty and good,

His ears as terrific as MOIRA's cock'd hat,

His whiskers as gray as the whiskers of QUIN, AS WARRENDER clumsy, as BUCKINGHAM fat, And its squeak is exactly the voice of CHARLES WYNN.

Like VERNON a visage square, muddy, and hard, Like STAFFORD it carries a prominent breech, As calf-less in leg as the "chuck-farthing" WARD, And as red in the nose as VICE-CHANCELLOR LEACH.

Its gambois as heavy as WROTTESLEY in jest,
Its snout dark as COPLEY'S, though tame as LORD

Gower,

As rapacious as CHOLMONDELEY of all that is best ;

Then of rattish endowments what Rat can liave

more?

Then come from the Bench, Bar, and Palace, ye

train,

From LOWTHER, from RAGLEY, from WINDSOR

come up,

From abroad, where ye fly from your country's disdain,

With YARMOUTH who booze, or with CASTLE

REAGH SUP;

Come visit, come mark your compeer of renown,
Come learn moderation and candour like his;
He disclaims not his trade; for a shilling's worth
down*,

He'll acknowledge and show himself Rat as he is.

Those who purchase goods to the amount of a shilling may see the Rat gratis.

LINES ON THE DEATH OF MR. CANNING.

WRITTEN IN CONSEQUENCE OF THE AUTHOR'S INDIGNATION AT MEETING THE FUNERAL UNATTENDED BY ANY OF HIS COLLEAGUES, EXCEPT MESS. HUSKISSON, STURGES bourne, JACK KETCH, AND LORD BINNING.

May 12, 1818.

YES, jobs will have way-but his HUSKISSON's tear Shall be mingled with BOURNE's execrations on

those

Who could reach with their bullets that Orator's rear, And yet leave it all bloody its hem'rrhage to close:

Whose Embassies tempted him, only while fed

By the numbers his name to the Government gave; Whose Sinecures now, with quick scent for the dead, Re-appear to some Patriot transferr'd at his grave!

O! it sickens the heart to see Placemen so hollow, And creatures so mean in the high-born and great; To think scarce a Rat or a Rattesley may follow

The relics of him whom they worshipp'd of late!