PANORAMA OF THE TIMES.

THE SIEUR KASTLEREE,

(THE CELEBRATED JUGGLER)

Is just arrived from the Continent, where he has been Exhibiting in the Capitals of all their Imperial and Royal Majesties,
the Sovereigns of Europe.

THE CARAVAN HAS ENTERED LONDON DIRECT FROM GOLGOTHA, AND THE EXHIBITION IS NOW OPEN.

SECOND EDITION.

Come Ladies and Gentlemen all,
Examine this portable cargo,
Of prodigies, great ones and small,
Brought hither in spite o' th' embargo.

No longer let Tierney or Hume
With their radical speeches and wit urge ye,
Leave them to splutter and fume
About Caroline's name in the Liturgy.

Here you shall see such a scene
Of Royal confusion and strife!
A King the firm foe of his Queen,
And the characters all from the life!

Here you shall see some such Lords
As never were look'd at before,
They will wrangle and prose a whole summer
To prove the Queen Consort a whore

Here you shall see some rich Bishops,
To pomps and to vanities looking.
Less skill'd in the doctrines of Jesus
Than fawning, or sporting, or cooking.

Here you shall see rev'rend Justices
Foremost in all that is vile,
Neglecting their clerical duties
To court a bad Minister's smile.

Here you shall see rows of Law-Makers,
Suited so true to my will,
That instantly when I direct them
They'll vote, laugh, cough, sneeze, or sit still.

Here you shall see some grave Judges,
Attending the Minister's call,
And in cold-blooded, cruel decisions,
The BEST is the WORST of them all.

Here you shall see TRIAL by JURY
(At last of all) brought to perfection,
A Government tool picks your men
And the Judges confirm the selection.

Here you shall see a community,
(This will astound you, no doubt.)
Where the best men are all shut in gaol,
And the worst are all roaming about.

Here you shall see Bank Directors,
With hearts all as callous as stone,
Hang up half a score brother schemers
Whose paper resembles their own.

Here you shall see troops of Yeomanry,
Mounted on furious steeds,
Sabring the people by hundreds,
The Monarch applauding their deeds.

Here is the noted VAN-SIT-HARD,
The Bible and Lottery monger,
Sits clucking to hatch you more taxes,
And breed you more ruin and hunger.

Here you shall see a snug junto,
(Professing morality nice)
Of Hypocrites, called a Society
For the Suppression of Vice.

Here is a Holy Alliance,
Base, cruel, and mentally blind;
Sword in hand, vainly striving to paralyze,
All that ennobles mankind.

Here you shall see the " Great Captain,"
Who taught " moral lessons" abroad;
Return'd to make war on his Queen,
And give colour to every state fraud.

Here you shall see New Sedition Bills,
New answers to cries for redress;
Knouts, thumb-screws, machines for half-hanging,
And a Censorship over the Press.

(Aside) Now LIVER. and SIT. play your music,
And keep up a horrible din—
Come, Ladies and Gentlemen, enter.
The Show is just going to begin!!!

Printed and Published by T. DOLBY, 299, Strand, and 34, Wardour-street, Soho.—Price 1s.

Entered at Stationers' Hall.

July, 1820