The Sun.
London, England, 1818-06-17 00:00:00

P 0 E T It

NINTH EPISTLE to the EDINIIURGEI REVIEWERS.

ECOND FART.]

Cui plus liret (pan) par (st, Plus volt 06in liret•

Such are the strains, ►tonsensically hold,
TheseiModernTribuneSof the Pciiplehuld.
So !.right Sir FRANK, that Jacobisradept,
That pupil of 1-lORN Tontic, fIuaDETT Yder,
Spout forth a speech his s 1 ister would disclaim ;
For Ire had powers,—Unt peace be.to his name t
To other worlds his spirit now has fled;
Then let not 111;19 presume tojudge the dead.
But of such tools as Cor:mfr., we may speak,
Strong in his !align:lgoe, in his reasonings weak ;
A factions changling; Who both ways confutes',
Extols or blames as his convenience suits ;
To•'day disgracing, with his praise profuse,
the man he (ruse had itonour'd with abuse.
ltless'd he the Habeas Corpus Act Suspension, 7
Which sent him off, and Sat'd us by prevention
His body now pollutes not Eirgianirs soil,
America still profit by his toil.
Would she had too that Western Gracchus,.HuND,
Who thrusts himself most forward in the brunt;
ASCetis the rostrum-cart, to order calls,.
And With Stentorian lungs his nonsense bawls,
Whilst all the sewn mist rabble of the towit
Stand openinouth'il to gtilp his p.risons'ido%sn ;
Arid when the whole they're swallow'd, ringS the air,
Hats wave a'rourni, and instant .01 prepare
To go where'er it is his will to lead 'ear,
in search of injur'd rights and long lost freedoni ;
Nor once reflect, amid their loud latillarr,
That all he does, and every word he says,
Is proof of freedom carried to excess.
Deluded rugs► ! your fatal zeal repress
Open your eyes, exert your sense, and own
The pillory might be a fitter throne.
Where plac'd with chains, adorning arms and legs)
You,inight anoint him King, with rotten eggs.

If such should be the fate of those who seek
The People to mislead, and faction speak—
To what exalted—what a glorious height,
Should they be rais'd who madly faction writ
AVorns spoken w/itit the air that form'd them die,
But printed words in all directions fly,
Their mischiefs fix, and may fur years endure.
Where then to seek so great an evil's cure
In printing—that must printed errors elute,
And with the poison give the antidote. •
If knaves will print to moat: the people's rage,
Let others print the tempest to assuage;
Let wiser men do all the good they can,
And teach mankind the real rights of man.
This is a task beyond my feeble force,
I then will onwards hold my destin'd course.
A course less per'ilons, and only ask
Some stronger hand to execute the task.
What, so I say ? the task has been perform'd,
Faction ueert brown, and all her strong holds stormed.
1-LANTHAFF is gone ! but still his works remain,
To make the efforts of the scoffer vain !
Let others follow him, let verse and prose,
Faction and infidelity oppose ;
In onion firm, the pions war renew,
And thio' his shifts the wily foe pursue.

could I make all your mischiefs plot n,
I should not think my pen had mov'il, in vain.;
Then might good sense arid loyalty prevail,
Their increase mark'd by your decreasing sale ; -
Then might I see where books.stand rang'd in rows,
This just inscription at your series close : • -
" I love King, Country, and Religion—all
'' Of whi,ll this work appears to wish the fall. -
" [levier here left oil,”—would many thus may
Thus ex;lttlite the (feat!, of your Review !
Meanwhile, farewell, Reviewers of the Thistle,
Till I attend you with my tenth Epistle.