Who're bound to wage 'gainst governors And, since 'twas their "sublime vocation" T' effect Heav'n's disorganization, Spread revolution through the skies; And bid ferment with freedom's leaven The aristocracy of Heaven! Desmoulins, in his reply, asserts, " that to disorganize Europe was one of the sublime Vocations of the Convention." Brissot in his address, asks; "What did enlightened Republicans wish before the 10th of August? (the day on which the king was dethroned.) Men who wished for liberty not only for their own country but for all Europe? They believed that they could generally establish it by exciting the governed against the governors, and letting the people see the facility and advantage of such insurrections. See Harper's Observations. informe, ingens, cui lumen * Monstrum horrendum, Behold Typhoeus, horrid form, The features mar of Nature's face, Whole forests torn up root and branch Porphyrion, Rhocus, sturdy Mimas, Burn temples and abolish high mass; And humble ev'ry mitred nob In vile prostration to the Mob: The Mob, before whose fierce bravadoes, E'en philosophic reformadoes, Fell desolation's work pursuing, Quake at the storm themselves are brewing. Mob Royal, and his royal Cubs, The majesty of spades, and clubs, Conjuratos cœlum rescindere fratres, Ter sunt conati imponere Pelio Ossam. Virg. Georg. 1 Drays, dung-carts, besoms, mops, and matches; Hamlet's gaunt king of shreds and patches.* Whose awful mandate says express: + Let people, nations, languages, The idol of th' Assyrian king; Though here my simile runs cross, Since his was gold, our Idol's dross. Oh had success but crown'd these Hectors, And giv'n Olympus Five Directors, (For just so many rebel pates Venusium's Bard enumerates.) Our WHIG CLUB, had it then existed, A king Of shreds and patches Hamlet, Act II. Scene iii. + To you it is commanded, O people, nations, and languages! That image that Nebuchadnezzar the King hath set up. ye fall down and worship the golden Daniel, chap. iii. Typhoeus, Mimas, Rhocus, Porphyrion, Enceladus. Fide Hor. Od. Lib. III. Od. iv. * For Whigs they were, of the old leaven, Who first made breach of peace in Heaven: But kindle wild sedition's blaze? Expectant, in the contest's issues, Themselves to seize those loaves and fishes Which they can never hope to bite, Set John a Nokes on Tom a Stiles, Reckless of a whole county's curses, But Jove, to keep these rebels under, Unlock'd his magazine of thunder. Launch'd his avenging bolts, and sear'd, With lightning's flash, Rebellion's beard. *The Devil was the first o' the name Butler, Misc. Thoughts. * Here Juno down Olympus' staircase Kick'd sturdy Mimas' recreant carcase: And crack'd Typhoeus' skull with hís staff: Who, with up-rooted oaks and elms, † He'd fire his bush, eat up his green-cheese, |