TOPSY TURVY. Man is but a topsy-turvy animal, his head where his heels should be. Swift. OLD LD England is ill at her ease, “Ah! what Panacéa so grand "Can my old constitution repair ?— Why, dame! on your head you must stand, * Jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked. Deut. xxxii. 15. Then your health will be equal and good, Means to turn all the world topsy-turvy. Our counsel you never can say 'tis So 'tis plain that it never miscarries; Behold our Republican State To perfection advancing apace, Ever since, where the Head stood of late, * It is said, in the last quackish address of the National Assembly to the people of France, that they have not formed their arrangements upon vulgar practice, but on a theory which cannot fail, &c. Burke's Lett. to a Member of the Nat. Assemb. Note on p. 10. All distinctions we nobly despise, Yet who views our Convention must own us A groupe who all merits comprize, And each member" rex et sutor bonus." + There's PETHION first on the lists His logic will make it out plain That allegiance and duty a farce is; * Nil ibi Majorum respectus, gratia nulla Umbrarum. Hor. Sat. lib. i. S. 3.. Juv. Sat. 8. Le plus vil citoyen, dans sa bassesse extrême, Voltaire. Brutus, Act. I. Sc. iv. M. Pethion.-When the mob of Sans Culottes, Poissardes, Marseillois, &c. (Anglicè, tag, rag, and bob-tail) had perpetrated the infamous outrages of the 20th of June, 1792, had violated the interior apartments of the Thuilleries, treated the royal family with the grossest indignities for five hours, without intermission, and even attempted the life of their sovereign, Monsieur Pethion at length condescended to give them their dismission in the following address : "Citizens, men and women! You began the day with dig |