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Finding great comfort in the thought
That Whilk would certainly be dee'd.
Parish-Churchwarden Mr Gray

Invited a few friends to dine,

To welcome in a quiet way

Our grave and ponderous divine.

He came he gorged on soup; on trout ;-
And mix'd strange texts with all his cheer-
With mouth chuck-full, he blurted out,
"Oh! could I find the Gospel here!"
He ate the beef-he ate the pie-

He ate the cutlets and the tarts,

And then groan'd forth, with half-shut eye,
"There's wickedness in all your hearts.
I was a drunkard in my youth-

A liar, glutton, and a thief—
But now I'm perfect in all truth,

And of the second birth am chief. Yet, in your bosoms deeply hid

The same vile thoughts I clearly see,— You'd wish to do as once I did,

And drink, and lie, and steal like me.” He stuff'd the apples and the pearsThe nuts he crack'd and gulp'd so quickWith guava, ginger, and such wares,

We thought each minute he'd be sick. But of old wine he would not hear,

'Twas the soul's poison he'd declare-
He who would taste one drop of beer
Would go he would not tell us where.
He couldn't find a happier use

For his now cleans'd and reverend hand,
Then twisting cart-ropes in a noose
For every brewer in the land.

"The gloom of sin is on you all ;

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Your charms" (he looked on Alice Hay),
Are but your leaders to a fall,

You're broken cisterns. Let us pray."
He pray'd, expounded-breathing fast,
So loaded to the brim was he,
Then through the ante-room he pass'd
And recommenced his work at tea.

He dwarft us as a dingy hulk,

Mud fill'd, on Thames's sludgy tide, With broaden'd bows and shapeless bulk Dwarfs the regatta's pigmy pride.

He sat and on the shining row

Of Hay's young daughters fixed his stares,And said, "It fill'd his heart with woe

To know what wicked thoughts were theirs.

He knew what envy, hatred, pride,

And darker passions raged within;
He knew their force, for he had tried
And drunk the very dregs of sin."
And Mary blush'd, and Alice paled,
And little Susan laugh'd and grinn'd
To think her sisters' e'er had fail'd
In duty, or in thought had sinn'd.
For all the three were pure as glass,
Which made our witty Sparker say,

"If it were true all flesh was grass,
The very best of it was Hay."
And they had such a lofty grace,—
Such modest and delightful girls !–
In every motion you could trace

The bluest blood of northern earls.
But old and young he blamed alike,
And said such horrid words, I vow,
Our dear old-maid Sibylla Spike,

Was one great blush from chin to brow.
He told Sibylla, poor old soul,

That she was half-inclined to Rome-
And having gorged his butter'd roll

And thirteenth cup, he waddled home.

PART SIXTH.

A terrible change comes upon the Parish, and we hate each other amazingly.

Sir Smiffle said, "his dander riz,"

And he was purple with amaze

"To think a libeller of his

Should have been asked to dine at Gray's

'Twas a hunfriendly hact to do."

'But Gray retorted; Whilk replied;

And in another month or two

We all took one or other's side.
And dinners ceased, and when we met
We passed, and cut each other dead;.
The godly scorn'd the worldly "set,"
The worldly toss'd its scornful head;
And half the girls-the ugly half—

Were fill'd with righteousness and hate,
And met our side's contemptuous laugh,
By gloating o'er our future fate.

All the thick ankles learn'd to sneer
At feet too small to be forgiven;
And Sparker said, 'twas very clear,
Flat-soles would win the race to heaven.
The dowdy maids adored their Maw,
And did whatever he decreed,

And soon despised the moral law
As very weak skim-milk indeed.
And bought a stock of curious things,
And ticketed them off in lots ;-
Strong "Calls" for Abyssinian kings,
And pretty "Tales" for Hottentots.
And soups and shillings reach'd no more
The cottager, his griefs to ease,
Bat tracts were left at every door
Against such wicked "works
ere were no meetings on the green,
No children's dances after tea;-
rowns would settle on the scene!
by slander's tongue would be!
A Hay-sweet Bessy Bell,
shod and terrified awhile,

as these!

-they fear'd-they couldn't tellmed been lost and vile?

Had they no happy thoughts of love,
No kindness for the poor and weak?
Were they shut out from hopes above?

And were they-what they could not speak? Oh! Bessy Bell!-oh! Alice Hay!

Trust not such breath with falsehood fraught; That fetid breath would dim for aye

The crystal mirror of your thought.
Cleans'd are your breasts and freed from sin
By the sweet burden they contain ;
Like the small manger at the Inn
Where the redeeming Child has lain.
Therefore, fair blossoms of the tree

That ripens 'neath the Christian sun,.
Grow to rich fruits of charity!

Grow till the autumn's prize be won!
Then shall the blessings of the poor,-

The parent's love, the sister's kiss,--
Show how true hearts-in faith secure-
Make Heaven of such a world as this!
Wilding would never come to Church,
He said his mind was ill at ease,
And then began to search and search
Into old councils and decrees;
But tired of all, and soon began

To let his thoughts be eastward drawn,
And quoted from the Alcoran,

Or as he called it, El Koraun, And frighten'd his poor simple wife By talking of some extra wives,

"He knew some Muslim "-on his life, "They led most reputable lives.” And Whilk became a Puseyite,

With crimson crosses on his Prayers,

And came to Church, as if in spite,
To show his semi-popish airs.
And good old Spike no comfort sought
In friendly circles as of yore,
And took to drinking, and was caught
Speechless behind the surgery door.
Miss Martha Maw came down to aid
Her brother in his high emprise-
Strong-minded, able-bodied maid,
Unmatch'd in eloquence and size.
When the Militia came to drill,

She enter'd tents with tracts in hand,

And show'd her theologic skill

By teaching discord to the band;

She soon through all the regiment pass'd,
And gain'd a Baptist drummer's ear,-

But changed, and ran away at last
With a regenerate grenadier.
Now half the houses are to let,
And half the others to be sold,
We find our new converted set

So different from the sinful old.
And sad the memories we recall

Of the sweet days that cheer'd our town;
And the dear links that bound us all
To Mr Banks and Canon Brown.

JOHN COMPANY'S FAREWELL TO JOHN BULL.

MY DEAR JOHN,-In this solemn hour of my dissolution, as Time, the traveller, crosses the bridge between two great epochs, I bequeath to you, in a few hasty, but I trust coherent, sentences, the legacy of my advice. What I have written to you, John, since that great conflict commenced, which has ended, as I ever foreboded it would, in my destruction, has not been written in vain. I never hoped to save myself, John; but I strove mightily to save you to save you from a dreadful blunder, from which there would have been no redemption-to save you from the criminal folly of committing the destinies of India to the hands of a few presumptuous novices, who, in their zeal of party and their lust of place, would have sacrificed the interests of millions of fellow-subjects to the necessities of a Parliamentary majority. You were drifting into that, John, at one time. You were well-nigh persuaded to commit the government of India to the charge of a struggling Minister and a handful of English placemen. I told you that there was a paramount necessity for the erection of a strong independent administrative body between India and the Government of the day. I told you that, if you take from me my governing powers, you must substitute some administrative agency nearly resembling my Court of Directors. I told you that you must have a mixed body, composed partly of the nominees of the Crown, and partly of elected members independent of the Crown. I told you that the Indian element must preponderate in that body; that you must have knowledge, and experience, and freedom from political influences: and I hope that these objects have been obtained. A Council has been created, composed mainly of men of Indian experience and Indian reputation. There is enough of knowledge in the new administration to govern India with success; and I believe that there is enough of independence. Nothing can be said against the men whom you have chosen. I have confidence in

LEADENHALL STREET, Aug. 31, 1858. them all. If the Council break down, as I am not sure that it will not, the fault will lie in the system, not in the men. I believe that you will have a fair start, John, and that everything will go smoothly at first. You have many things in your favour. You have a young and promising Minister, with excellent intentions, more than ordinary ability, and a devotion to the public service which renders him unremitting in his attention to business. A statesman, and the son of a statesman, he will know how to turn the knowledge and experience of his colleagues to good account; and he is little likely with arrogance and impetuosity to over-ride the deliberate decisions of a council of fifteen practical men. Left to himself, John, I believe that the First Secretary of State for India would run little risk of coming into violent collision with his council. But will he be left to himself? Can he be left to himself? Will Parliament leave him alone? Are there not men interested in the failure of the present experiment, and therefore determined to accomplish it? Are there not parties, or subdivisions of parties, who, irrespective of the predominance of Whig or Tory (to use the old-fashioned words, John), have opinions to enforce, or objects to attain, and who will bring all the pressure they can to bear upon the Minister in furtherance of their views? In such cases, it will not be for the Minister, but for the Ministry, to decide in what manner the assault is to be met. The necessities of party, not the merits of the question, will shape their course of action. It may be Manchester to-day-it may be Exeter Hall to-morrow. Any powerful section of the House, representing some particular interest, may, by uniting itself with the standing Opposition, upset even a strong Governinent. But, in the present state of public opinion, a strong Government is an unattainable blessing. If the country is not now governed by concessions, I fear that it cannot be governed at all.

Now, John, I exhort you, with my

dying breath, to beware of Parliamentary interference. I have told you already that, in what you have been wont to call the "absence of direct responsibility" to Parliament, there were peculiar advantages under the old, now expiring, system of Indian government. In my time, John, the Indian Minister, under the name of President of the Board of Control, was as directly responsible to Parliament for everything done, and everything left undone, as, under the new order of things, will be your Secretary of State for India. But the business of administration was carried on in my name, and you were wont to regard it as my concern. If you understood the responsibility of the Minister, you were rarely or never inclined to exact it. If things went wrong, I was always to blame. And as I was never a political character, Parliament was content to know little, and to care less, about my doings. But the work of Indian government is now to be carried on in the name of the Secretary of State. Not only the "secret" business, but the common work of administration, is to proceed ostensibly under his hand. His actual responsibility for, or rather his real personal identification with, this or that measure, may be no greater, John, than it was when I ruled in Leadenhall Street. The measure may be shaped by the Council of India as entirely as by the Court of Directors. But it will be outwardly stamped with the Secretary's name, and will be his, therefore, in the eyes of the public. The process will differ but little under the new system, from that which has so long endured under the old. But, though the change may be little behind the scenes, on the stage there will be a mighty difference. Ministerial responsibility will exist, not merely as a constitutional theory, but practically as a living fact. It will be exacted, John. Instead of a growl at John Company, there will be an organised attack upon the Government of the day. Not merely the Secretary of State, but the entire Ministry of which he is a member, will be held responsible for all that goes wrong, or all that is supposed to go wrong, or all that, for party purposes, any one may declare to be going

wrong. It ought to be an immense support to him to be able to stand up in his place and say, "I have acted in accordance with the opinions of a Council composed of fifteen experienced men possessing more knowledge of India than both Houses of Parliament." But will Party admit the plea? Will Party ever listen to reason? The Council in such a case will be ignored. However substantial its reality, it will be held to be a mere sham. The inefficiency of the Ministry is the point to be established. Every effort of the Opposition will be directed to that point; and Government must either fight it out, or submit to an ignoble concession. And which is the likelier course of the two? I am afraid, John, the latter. In the greater number of cases, when the Minister sees danger ahead, he will not appeal to the wisdom and experience of his Council, and declare that he is strong in their support; it will be an easier, and, for the nonce, a safer course, to fling his Council overboard, and say, "I had the advice of fifteen practical men. It was natural that I should value that advice. But, perhaps, I accepted it too hastily. I am willing to reconsider the matter in deference to the opinions of the House." I am afraid, John, it is too probable that we shall often hear explanations of this kind. Such explanations will often be forced upon the Indian Secretary by his colleagues. In the old times the President of the Board of Control was, perhaps, less a component part of the Ministry than any other member of the Cabinet. He went about his business very independently; and his colleagues concerned themselves little about his doings, because Indian affairs rarely came before Parliament, and were, I might almost say, never subjects of party debate. But this sort of independence of his colleagues will never again be a characteristic of an Indian Minister. Henceforth if, in the face of threatened opposition, he should. talk about adhering to his opinions, and maintaining his policy, because he believes it to be right, there will be such an outcry from his alarmed colleagues as must stagger his resolution. "Consider our position, think of our places! You surely would not sacrifice us all." Every man has not

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