A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England

A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England

As a Briton, this tribute I pay to my Queen, Who late fell a martyr to malice and spleen; To add to her sorrows in this fleeting life, Misfortune had made her a young widowd wife. England saw Brunswicks daughter surrounded by foes; And, therefore determind their arts to oppose. Corruption those minions so much can increase, As to play with our feelings and injure our peace. The vilest of reptiles oft jewels display; You may see them at courts and at levees each day: Lord D--- and his lady, not many years since, Unblushingly perjured themselves for a ---: Their conduct was such as rousd Englands spleen, That after her trial they dare not be seen; May remorse and disgrace so harrass each breast, As during existance divest them of rest; Till despisd and dishonourd they yield to a fate That justly awaits the entitled ingrate. Scarce the delicate business had passd a short day, Ere my lord and my lady took themselves away From Englands old comforts and Englands lovd shore; For they dare not by Britons be seen any more. The hired Italians could tell if they please, They livy by base lucre many years at their ease. p. 4They were fed for a purpose each Briton well know; Yet Perjurys efforts late met a death blow; So effectual, I hope, she will neer try again, To injure the just, or to give any pain. To the innocent bosom unsconscious of blame A very late trial brought on Britons shame. I mean to such Britons who tryd to run down, Our much injured Queen, late deprivd of the crown; For reasons too plain, and known very well: I dare say, the court at St. Jamess can tell. May the time soon approach that each freeman can say, My rights as a freeman Ill not throw away; For I find that the great ones so impoverish the nation, It is time they are taken away from their station; They at present so manage, to our sorrow and grief: They feed us with hopes, yet with-hold us relief; A reform in all matters, and not things by halves, For England is pawnd while she fattens her calves; The good funded system will plain show you how They can raise a supply, tho it injure the plough. To such a degree that it must remain still; What matters to them so theres grist in the mill Tis just like a merchant on a dull market day, That will purchase your corn tho he cant for it pay; Except he resort to a mortgaging plan, Which is certain at all times to ruin the man; Then a bankruptcy follows and nothing to pay, For extravagance makes all his assets away. Such is the case you may clear understand: They first tax the nation and then pawn the land; p. 5Till the farmer no longer his rental can pay, For parsons take half of his income away: At times like the present how much is he blest, When Georgie steps in and he takes the rest; For the good of the state, for the good of us all, They have plenty of soldiers we know at their call. To be sure they look handsome at a review: The question to us is, wouldnt half of them do? But what would become of commanders I say; Were the army dismissd and to live on half pay. Why the son of a lord or a country squire, Must then from his wine and his lasses retire; There is many a youngster would soon be undone, And the reputed father must keep his own son. Let places and pensions be quick done away, At least so diminishd as less is to pay; I mean to all such as the state can well spare, Twoud make the expenditure less in the year: There are bed-chamber lords and ladies so gay; Such fine gaudy trappings waste money away: There are ladies of honor, of honor indeed, You must empty your purses, ere you can succeed. Their time and their beauty theyll not throw away, Its well known a duke spends a thousand a day On such baubles, but sometimes its done in the dark; To prove my assertion, pray ask Mrs. Clarke: Clarkes there are many, as fame loud report, That do not wear breeches; yet live by a court. p. 6John Bull must pay all, and dare not complain, For if he is noisy, a goal must detain The troublesome urchin, and will him so tease, That, hereafter hes silent, and do as you please: For bills are so fangled, they always can bind The tongue of a croker to a ministers mind. Till we gain a reform, and do placemen away, Well at Libertys call, all her dictates obey. United as Englishmen; honour the Crown, And try all we can to put tyranny down. Success to our country, long live the King! May a speedy reform more happy days bring. But now to return to our subject again, That causd the emotions of sorrow and pain. I must now again speak of our good Caroline, Who I hope is now sitting beside the Divine; And guiltless I trust to her God shell appear: Have a trial much better than granted her here. There the crimes of the wicked are fully displayd, There Justice and Mercy are lively arrayd. The wicked no longer can harrass her mind; To injure the Queen they were always inclind. May troubles of all sorts annoy each vile heart, Till life is extinguished, from them neer depart; May they live upon spleen, exist upon pain, Till a trial above shall renew them again; Deprivd of all comforts attending this life; Deprivd of her home, tho a virtuous wife. Tho truly accomplishd, and in manners mild Was deprived of the pleasure of seeing her child. p. 7In England no longer thought fit for to stay, A vessel was granted to bear her away. No doubt but her presence at times brought to mind Unpleasant sensations to him left behind; For remorse will at all times keen anguish bring To an unfeeling bosom, tho he be a ---. Scarce had she rested on the Italic shore, Then means were employd to harrass her more. Spies and informers were fattened to say Our Queen in her conduct by far was too gay: When they witnessd a smile, they did not decline To make it a certain intrigue or a crime. May the book of false statements against them appear, When eternitys trial is found to be near. Soon matters and plans for a new magazine, Made up of slander, corruption, and spleen; When all was made ready they at it anew; Again our Queens conduct was made a review. Corruption and art such a picture did draw, As what was surmisd, was passd to a law. The ill fated trial at last did come on; The time that it lasted was all time too long. The perjurd Italians were forcd to give oer; They had lied so much that they could lie no more; For Brougham and Denman placd them on the rack; And forcd the vile reptiles to fly instant back. Its a pity I say that a devouring wave Didnt save the expence of digging a grave; In a country so famous for speaking the truth, Or to save the late trouble had died in their youth. p. 8The trial now over and guiltless appear; Long live the Queen, you might hear in each ear; Her rights and her honours well ever support; Tho corruption again more Italians import; If there come a whole cargo, well soon make them skip, To save future trouble well scuttle the ship. The next thought of scheme for the good of the nation, Was to keep our good Queen from holding a station All delicate scruples of justice hurld down It was soon determind she should not wear the Crown If ever a Queen was deserving that station, It was good Caroline the pride of the nation. The time will soon come when all things will change, The minions of minions will be forcd for to range From stations they hold and from stations they fill: Its good for the country they should not have their will. May the wings of bright liberty neer one feather loose May freemen be freemen, and proper men choose To fill up such places as may be to fill; For corruption you see is now down on the hill. Disgrace and dishonour must to justice give way, For reasons chaste dictates begin for to sway. The people of England must see very clear; The vilest abuses to all do appear. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 33150
Author: Parkerson, James
Release Date: Jul 13, 2010
Format: eBook
Language: English