Act, and an Act to amend the Amendment, and maketh an Act to explain an Act, passing all understanding! It taketh the crown from the head of one man, and putteth it upon the head of another; and maketh everybody swear allegiance to the same. It changeth its religion, enacting that everybody shall believe that it hath changed, not from false to true, or from true to false, but from true to true; and everybody that doth not so believe, or pretend to believe, it hurteth in their lives, liberties, and properties. It putteth at will its hand into the pocket of everybody, taking therefrom gold and silver, nor disdaining brass, telling everybody that this it doeth for his protection, and everybody submits, and hath no remedy. It laugheth in its sleeve, and cajoleth, and coaxeth, and waxeth wroth with everybody; it giveth anybody leave to live upon everybody, and enacteth that everybody who is not living upon everybody may live how they can; it maketh anybody to be everybody, and everybody to be nobody. It babbleth for six months in the year, more loquacious than fishretailing fag of Billingsgate; and although it pretendeth to speak in a whisper, yet is indignant if its talk be not retailed next morning over all the town. It beginneth what it calleth its business when men of business are asleep. It babbleth droningly through the long hours of night, and the short hours of morning, and goeth to bed when it hath levied enough taxes; the world in general then getteth up, to slave, and strive, and struggle to pay the taxes, and laboureth all day, till night, when Parliament getteth up, goeth to the House, babbleth, and levieth more and more taxes; and this it doeth eternally, a machine of perpetual tax-motion ! With countenances noble, and brows furrowed with perpetual contemplations of the public care, we saw Parliament arrayed before us; already we heard the preparatory indications of fixed attention to the rising statesman, and witnessed with delight the undiverted attention with which his wisdom, dressed in eloquence, was regarded. We had seen the administrators of the law in the courts of Westminster Hall, and contemplated with reverence the ermined pomp, the judicial dignity with which they occupied their thrones of justice. If the judges, who are merely the administrators and expounders of the law, impress the mind with so much awe, how much more awful, said I, will appear, clothed in their legislative robes, the authors of the ponderous machinery of legislation, the makers of the laws judges administer, lawyers expound, and citizens obey? With this profound and original notion we glided through the mob, along a passage lined with numbers of people in waiting, and pushing aside a folding door, made the best of our way up an undignified staircase, to a dark and gloomy apartment, filled to suffocation with a miscellaneous, well-dressed mob. This dingy apartment is called the LOBBY OF THe House. For an introduction to the body and soul, thereof, the reader must wait till next number, when we shall take care to provide him with a ticket of admission. LOVE AND REASON. BY ANNA SAVAGE. "Quand la Raison combat contre l'Amour c'est toujours celui-ci qui l'emporte." MADAME DESHOUILLIERES. REASON. Oh Love, in vain I preach, you rave and rattle, LOVE. By you misled, vain studies still pursue: Their eyes are raised no higher than their neighbours : Oh baby, senseless, fickle, wild and wilful, Bend down thy stubborn ear, and let me warn thee. Stop, my good Mentor, eloquent and skilful, Yet, yet, beware! say, is it wise to scorn me? In spite of all your sober, senseless jar. REASON. A soldier you! Where held you your commission? REASON. Oh earth would be a paradise without thee! Love. With Peace would Science blend, and Peace with Reason; But, a destruction hovers still about thee; Thy very name brings bloodshed, tears, and treason! My equal find at merry masquerading; At crowning Wisdom's brow with bells of Folly; Ör veiling Mirth with mask of Melancholy. Love. I taught caligraphy, so ne'er deny it; I found the mystic bark that lovers wrote on, I've studied optics, many a fair delusion The blind have welcomed when my glass they wore ; Couleur de rose I tinted the illusion; 'T was passing fair, and passed; it was no more! In the great science of anatomy I've won the honours of each hall and school, Till 'twas agreed in heart's phlebotomy, Hippocrates to Cupid was a fool! "Twas I who pointed out the painter's duty, The cold, still marble, into breathing life; The fond Pygmalion would have found his wife? I throw a magic o'er the Téian lyre; 'Tis my soft breathings o'er his graceful numbers 'Twas I inspired sad Sappho, I who taught her My vanity the while, so you must bear it,) REASON. With me, sweet child, watchful and grave, beside thee, Love. If thou my little bark were gravely steering, The charm would vanish that from freedom springs, My wilding reign were o'er, my gay careering, When Reason's hand should stay Love's rapid wings. REASON. Let me direct thee-let us sail together. LOVE. As down Life's stream thy merry pinnace dances, REASON. LOVE. REASON. Love. And if they went not? Hence, away! I fear thee. I should shut my eyes. Hence, Reason, hence! come back, my merry Folly, REASON. Thy brightest smiles but bring thy votaries sorrow; LOVE. And, though thy chains appear a flowery wreath, B. Banker's Clerk, the, 42; see Gaol Cha- Baugniet, Mons., lines to, 218. Blue Fiacre; or, the Parisian Othello, Breslau, story of Benjamin of, 596. 339. Bunn, A., the Northern Tower, a poem C. 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