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Pamphlets and Parodies on Political Subjects

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Title: Pamphlets and Parodies on Political Subjects

Author: William Hone

Illustrator: George Cruikshank

 
Release date: December 26, 2013 [eBook #44520]
 Most recently updated: October 23, 2024

Language: English

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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAMPHLETS AND PARODIES ON POLITICAL SUBJECTS ***

PAMPHLETS AND PARODIES ON POLITICAL SUBJECTS

By William Hone,

With Numerous Wood Cuts, by Cruikshank

[Illustration: 010]

[Illustration: 011]

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LONDON:

I. CHIDLEY, J 51, GOSWELL STREET,.

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THE POLITICAL HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.

 "A straw--thrown up to show which way the wind blows."

WITH THIRTEEN CUTS

[Illustration: 013]

Fifty-first Edition

 London:

 Printed By And For William Hone,
 Ludgate Hill.

 1821.

 ONE SHILLING.

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 --"Many, whose sequester'd lot
 Forbids their interference, looking on,
 Anticipate perforce some dire event;
 And, seeing the old castle of the state,
 That promis'd once more firmness, so assail'd,
 That all its tempest-beaten turrets shake,
 Stand motionless expectants of its fall."

 Cowper.

 NOTE. Each Motto that follows, is from Cowper's "Task."

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THE AUTHOR'S DEDICATION TO HIS POLITICAL GODCHILD.

 To

 Doctor Slop,

 In Acknowledgment Of

 Many Public Testimonials Of His Filial Gratitude;

 And To The Nursery Of Children Six Feet High, His Readers,

 For The Delight And Instruction Of Their Uninformed Minds

 This Juvenile Publication

 Is Affectionately Inscribed,

 By

 The Doctor's Political Godfather,

 The Author.

**The Publication wherein the Author of "The Political House that Jack
Built" conferred upon Dr. SLOP the lasting distinction of his name, was
a Jeu d'Esprit, entitled "Buonapartephobia, or cursing made easy to the
meanest capacity"--It is reprinted, and may be had of the Publisher,
Price One Shilling.

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THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

[Illustration: 017]

 THIS IS

 THE WEALTH

 that lay
 In the House that Jack built.

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[Illustration: 018]

 ----"A race obscene,

 Spawn'd in the muddy beds of Nile, came forth,
 Polluting Egypt: gardens, fields, and plains,
 Were cover'd with the pest;

 The croaking nuisance lurk'd in every nook;
 Nor palaces, nor even chambers,'scap'd;
 And the land stank --so num'rous was the fry."

 THESE ARE

 THE VERMIN

 That plunder the Wealth,
 That lay in the House,

 That Jack built.

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 THIS IS

 THE THING,

 that in spite of new Acts,
 And attempts to restrain it,

 by Soldiers or Tax,

 Will _poison_ the Vermin,

 That plunder the Wealth,

 That lay in the House,

 That Jack built.

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[Illustration: 020]

 THIS IS

 THE PUBLIC INFORMER,

 who

 Would pull down the _Thing,_

 that, in spite of new Acts,
 And attempts to restrain it,
 by Soldiers or Tax,

 Will poison the Vermin, that plunder the Wealth,
 That lay in the House, that Jack built.

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[Illustration: 021]

 THESE ARE

 THE REASONS OF LAWLESS POWER,
 That back the Public Informer,
 who

 Would put down the Thing,

 that, in spite of new Acts,

 And attempts to restrain it,

 by Soldiers or Tax,

 Will _poison_ the Vermin,

 That plunder the W ealth,

 That lay in the House,

 That Jack built.

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 This is THE MAN--all shaven and shorn,
 All cover'd with Orders--and all forlorn;

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 THE DANDY OF SIXTY,

 Who bows with a grace,

 And has _taste_ in wigs, collars,

 cuirasses, and lace;

 Who, to tricksters and fools,

 leaves the State and its treasure,
 And, when Britain's in tears,

 sails about at his pleasure,
 Who spurn'd from his presence

 the Friends of his youth,

 And now has not one

 who will tell him the truth;
 Who took to his counsels,
 in evil hour,

 The Friends to the Reasons

 of lawless Power;

 That back the Public Informer
 who

 Would put down the _Thing_,

 that, in spite of new Acts,

 And attempts to restrain it,

 by Soldiers or Tax,

 Will _poison_ the Vermin,

 That plunder the Wealth,

 That lay in the House,

 That Jack built.

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 THESE ARE

 THE PEOPLE

 all tatter'd and torn,
 Who curse the day

 wherein they were born,
 On account of Taxation

 too great to be borne,
 And pray for relief,

 from night to morn:
 Who, in vain, Petition

 in every form,

{017}

 Who, peaceably Meeting

 to ask for Reform,

 Were sabred by Yeomanry Cavalry,
 who

 Were thank'd by THE MAN,

 all shaven and shorn,

 All cover'd with Orders--

 and all forlorn;

 THE DANDY OF SIXTY,

 who bows with a grace,

 And has taste in wigs, collars,

 cuirasses, and lace:

 "Who, to tricksters and fools,

 leaves the state and its treasure,
 And, when Britain's in tears,

 sails about at his pleasure:

 Who spurn'd from his presence

 the Friends of his youth,

 And now' has not one

 who will tell him the truth;

 Who took to his counsels, in evil hour,

 The Friends to the Reasons of law less Power,

 That back the Public Informer, who
 Would put down the _Thing_, that, in spite of new Acts,
 And attempts to restrain it, by Soldiers or Tax,
 Will _poison_ the Vermin, that plunder the Wealth,
 That lay in the House, that Jack built.

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 This is THE DOCTOR

 of _Circular_ fame,
 A Driv'ller, a Bigot, a Knave
 without shame:

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 And _that's_ DERRY DOWN TRIANGLE

 by name,

 From the Land of misrule,

 and half-hanging, and flame:
 And _that_ is THE SPOUTER OF FROTH
 BY THE HOUR,

 The worthless colleague

 of their infamous power:

 W ho dubb'd _him_ 'the Doctor'

 whom now he calls 'brother,'
 And, to get at his Place,

 took a shot at the other;

 Who haunts their _Bad House_,

 a base living to earn,

 By playing Jack-pudding, and Ruffian,
 in turn;

 Who bullies, for those

 whom he bullied before;

 Their _Flash_-man, their Bravo,

 a son of a --------;

 The hate of the People,

 all tatter'd and torn,

 Who curse the day

 wherein they were born,

 On account of Taxation

 too great to be borne,

 And pray for relief

 from night to morn;

{020}

 Who, in vain, petition

 in every form:

 Who peaceably Meeting

 to ask for Reform,

 Were sabred by Yeomanry Cavalry,
 who

 Were thank'd by THE MAN,

 all shaven and shorn,

 All cover'd with Orders--

 and all forlorn;

 THE DANDY OF SIXTY,

 who bows with a grace,

 And has _taste_ in wigs, collars,

 cuirasses and lace:

 Who to tricksters and fools,

 leaves the State and its tre

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