The Sun.
London, England, 1820-03-15 00:00:00

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TO THE RESURRECTION-IkIAN.

And pray, Sir, what fool recommcm.led you here,
With your radical, democrat stuff ?
By my soul, /advise you frain Coventry steer—
Or you'll meet with a terrible

Come, none of your blarney—'twill never avail,
WWI our Coventry Britons, d'ye see—
For w• arc the boys who will never turn tail,
‘Vhile the land of our fathers is free!

So pack ❑p your " bones" Sir, as soon as you can,
For nu " RADA" can over loyalty shake—
Or should you prefer, we will " liuN•r" you old man,
Like a.Bullock, tied fast to a stake.

done,

iv his turn, " es'ry Dog has Ms day."

" Long life to onr King, and success to his reign!"
Ev'ry true hearted Britoil will give ;
Anti whatever offence it may give to " Tom PaiNe,'
I shall say s• as long as I live.

Let Britons, still loyal and happy remain,
And defy all your jargon to shake 'eni—
Or should they forget (their allegiance, I mean)
May a good cat-u'iliae-tails awake 'am,

Farewell, Mr. CoIiBETT--I 'Wish you could see
What folly has prompted you on—
Still, uur Kinz, Constitution, and Country for me,
And for CoatEtr—a Jot and go ONE !
Colic/arm, Fch. 41, 1820.

MAIL ! fair Godira's City; fani'd of yore,
Through Mitch the lazy muddy Sherbourne crawls
Reluctant; like this faithful muse, who tells,
While loyal blushes all suffuse her lace,
0, painful task ! tells thou wert sullied inure
Than Sherhourne's daukest mud did ever soil
(Condens'd by Dog Star, in Autumnal month,
Beneath yon bridge in nether Gosford Stiret)
Fair Delia's kerchief, white as driven snow.

Posterity! believe it, if thou eanst ;
Cubbett, of Radical historic fame;
Cobbett, deluded by a motley tribe,
Eager to end what Thistlewood began;
With front of brass, peculiar to himself,
Insults th' indignant feelings of tree worth ;
And while each honest Freeman firm resolv'd,
With hesitative pause, the wretch to spurn—
Thus sang the muse ; and it was
COB 13 EY'S DREUM!

The moon retir'd behind a cloud,
And fast asleep were young and old;
In nasal twangs, both long and loud,
" Past Three o'Clork ."' had Watchy told
When Cobbey laid him doWit to snore,
His thoughts on Paine:, Cartiles, and Hones,
When lu! a hollow voice did roar,
" ()give vie back my pilfei'd lanes .'''
Pale horror rais'd erect his hair'.
Above the sheets he popp'd his chin,
And saw Tour Paine before him, stare
With menacing terrific grin!!!
" 0 rascal, why my name afresh
" Dost thou lug forth, in canting tones
" The worms content were, with my flesh,
" But thou bust robb'd we of any bones

" Why didst thou on the billows toss,
" Or why thy native Country ted,
41 Why thou the vast Atlantic cross?
" Prlig ! caitiff thief !—to rob the dead !
" Lay by thy pen ! cork up thine ink !
" Nona lead thee now but driv'ling drones :
" Thy boasted Acne will end in stink,
" So give me back i.u.y pitfer'd bones I"

" 0 Sorub! how didst thou once beta!!
" The wretched elf thou now dust praise!
" Prepare thee for thy destin'd fall,
" JYhencc, none give TWO-PiNCE thee to raise!"
Awoke !—he cried—" Ataunt, ye fears!
" 'Tis but a dream my mind dethrones !"
—Yet. conscience bellow'd in his ears,
" Oive,give me back my piffer'd bows.'

REGISTER OF FASHION,

F.ASHIONABLE PARTIES.

Lord and Lady James Murray entertained the Duke and
Duchest. of Northumberland and a party of distinction yester-
day, at their House in Connaught-place.

_ .
The Dowager Countess of Essex had a select card party
yesterday etetaing„at her house in Curzon-street, Mayfair.
Mrs. Tighe's party.on Monday •evening, in St. James's
place, was attended by nearly 100 distinguished fashionables.
FASHIONABLE MOVEMENTS.

Lord Grantham arrived yester,!ay at his house in St. Jarues'§.
square, from Dover.

Viscount Northland is arrived at his house in tpper
Gros
venor•street.

Mr. and Lady Caroline Lamb arrived on Monday at Me
bourne House, 'Whitehall, from Herts.

Sir Thomas Hcathcote, Bart. has kit town for his seat in
Hants.

Sir Charles and Lady Colville arc. arrived at the Bruns-
'wick Hotel. Hanover-square, from their seat in Derbyshire.
Captain Stevenson arrived yesterday at Kirkham's Hotel,
Lower Brook-street, from Southampton.

So Ito! Mr. " Grave-Digger."...How do ye do ?
With your long string of whack botheration
% hare thought we should e'er be indebted to you,
To reutore all the cares of the nation ?

If so—keep the booth, and we'll skew you such fun,
As shall fill your stout heart with dismay,
And convince you, old " BONE NIERCHANT," e'er we have