Came home in a very melancholy mood--returned thanks in a short prayer for our narrow escape--drank a glass of brandy--confessed my sins--determined to reform, and sent to WILBERFORCE for a good book--a very worthy and religious young man that--like him much--always votes with us.
Was beginning to grow very dejected, when ROSE called to inform me of an excellent scheme about BANK STOCK--a snug thing, and not more than twenty in the secret--raised my spirits again--told the servant I would not trouble Mr. WILBERFORCE--ordered a bottle of best burgundy--set to it with ROSE, hand to fist--congratulated one another on having got the DECLARATORY BILL out of our House--and drank good luck to SYDNEY, and a speedy progress through the Lords.
FOR RAISING A PHANTOM, IMITATED FROM MACBETH, AND LATELY PERFORMED BY HIS MAJESTY'S SERVANTS IN WESTMINSTER.
_Thunder. A Cauldron boiling. Enter three Witches._
_First Witch_. Thrice the Doctors have been heard, _Second Witch_. Thrice the Houses have conferred. _Third Witch_. Thrice hath SYDNEY cock'd his chin, JENKY cries--begin, begin. _First Witch_. Round about the cauldron go. In the fell ingredients throw. Still-born Foetus, born and bred, In a Lawyer's puzzled head, Hatch'd by Metaphysic Scot, Boil thou in the' enchanted pot. _All_. Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble. _Second Witch_. Skull that holds the small remains Of old CAMDEN's addle brains; Liver of the lily's hue, Which in RICHMOND's carcase grew; Tears which stealing down the cheek Of the rugged THURLOW, speak All the poignant grief he feels For his Sovereign--or the Seals; For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a Hell-broth, boil and bubble. _All_. Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble. _Third Witch._ Clippings of Corinthian brass From the visage of DUNDAS; Forg'd Address, devis'd by Rose, Half of PEPPER ARDEN's nose; Smuggled vote of City Thanks, Promise of insidious BANKS; Add a grain of ROLLO's courage, To enflame the hellish porridge. _First Witch_. Cool it, with LLOYD KENTON's blood. Now the charm is firm and good. _All_. Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.
_Hecate_. Oh! well done! I commend your pains, And ev'ry one shall share i'th' gains,