THE POLITICAL HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.

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

WITH THIRTEEN CUTS

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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

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THIS IS THE WEALTH that lay In the House that Jack built.

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——"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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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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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,

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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;

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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 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, inspite 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 WORD is the Watchword— the talisman word, That the WATERLOO-MAN's to crush with his sword;

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But, if shielded by Norfolk and Bedford's alliance, It will set both his sword, and him at defiance; If Fitzwilliam, and Grosvenor, and Albemarle aid it, And assist its best Champions, who then dare invade it? 'Tis the terrible WORD OF FEAR, night and morn, To the Guilty Trio, all cover'd with scorn; First, to the Doctor, of Circular fame, A Driv'ller, a Bigot, a Knave without shame: And next, Derry Down Triangle by name, From the Land of Mis-rule, and Half-hanging, and Flame: And then, to the Spouter of Froth by the hour, The worthless colleague of their infamous power; Who dubb'd him 'the Doctor,' whom now he calls 'brother', And to get at his Place, took a shot at the other;

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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; 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,

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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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THE CLERICAL MAGISTRATE.

THIS PRIEST, made 'according to Law,'

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Who, on being ordain'd, vow'd, by rote, like a daw, That he felt himself call'd, by the Holy Spirit, To teach men the Kingdom of Heaven to merit; That, to think of the World and the flesh he'd cease, And keep men in quietness, love, and peace; And, making thus his profession and boast, Receiv'd, from the Bishop, the Holy Ghost: Then—not having the fear of God before him— Is sworn in a Justice, and one of the Quorum; 'Gainst his spiritual Oath, puts his Oath of the Bench, And, instead of his Bible, examines a wench; Gets Chairman of Sessions—leaves his flock, sick or dying, To license Ale-houses—and assist in the trying Of prostitutes, poachers, pickpockets, and thieves;— Having charged the Grand Jury, dines with them, and gives "Church and King without day-light gets fresh, and puts in— To the stocks vulgar people, who fuddle with gin: Stage-coach men, and toll-men, convicts as he pleases; And beggars and paupers incessantly teazes: Commits starving vagrants, and orders Distress On the Poor, for their Rates—signs warrants to press,

And beats up for names to a Loyal Address: Would indict, for Rebellion, those who Petition: And, all who look peaceable, try for Sedition;

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If the People were legally Meeting, in quiet, Would pronounce it decidedly—sec. Stut.—a Riot, And order the Soldiers 'to aid and assist,' That is—kill the helpless, who cannot resist. He, though vowing 'from all worldly studies to cease,' Breaks the Peace of the Church, to be Justice of Peace; Breaks his vows madeto Heaven: a pander for power; A Perjurer—a guide to the People no more; On God turns his back, when he turns the State's Agent; And damns his own Soul, to be friends with the ————.

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THE QUEEN'S MATRIMONIAL LADDER,

A National Toy With Fourteen Step Scenes;

And Illustrations In Verse,

With Eighteen Other Cuts.

By The Author Of The Political House That Jack Built."

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'It is a wonderful thing to consider the strength of Princes' wills when they are bent to have their Pleasure fulfilled, wherein no reasonable persuasion' will serve their turn: how little do they regard the dangerous sequels, that may ensue as well to themselves as to their Subjects. And amongst all things there is nothing that makes them more wilful than Carnal Love, and various affecting of voluptuous desires."

Cavendish's Memoirs of Curd. Wolsey

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QUALIFICATION.

In love, and in drink, and o'ertoppled by debt

With women, with wine, and with duns on the fret.

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DECLARATION.

The Prodigal Son, by his perils surrounded, Vex'd, harass'd, bewilder'd, asham'd, and con- founded, Fled for help to his Father, confessed his ill doing, And begged for salvation from stark staring ruin; The sire urged—"The People your debts have twice paid, "And, to ask a third time, even Pitt is afraid; "But he shall if you'll marry, and lead a new life,— "You've a cousin in Germany—make her your wife!"

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ACCEPTATION.

From the high halls of Brunswick, all youthful and gay, From the hearth of her fathers, he lured her away: How joy'd she in coming— how smiling the bower; flow sparkling their nuptials— how welcome her dower. Ah! short were her pleasures—full soon came her cares— Her husbandless bride-bed was wash'd with her tears.

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ALTERATION.

Near a million of debts gone, all gone were her charms— What! an Epicure have his own wife in his arms? She was not to his taste— what car'd he for the 'form,' 'To love and to cherish' could not mean reform: 'To love' meant, of course, nothing else but neglect;— 'To cherish' to leave her, and shew disrespect

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IMPUTATION.

Was it manly, when widow'd, to spy at her actions; To listen to eaves-droppers, whisp'ring detractions: And, like an old Watchman, with faults to conceal, Get up a false Charge, as a proof of his zeal? If desertion was base, Oh base be his name, Who, having deserted, would bring her to sham?

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EXCULPATION.

Undaunted in spirit, her courage arose, With encrease of charges, and encrease of foes. Despising the husband, who thus had abused her, She proved to his father, his son had ill used her:— Her conduct examin'd, and sifted, shone bright, Her enemies fled, as the shadows of night

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EMIGRATION.

Her father and king, while with reason yet blest, Protected her weakness, and shielded her rest; Infirmity seizes him, false friends draw near, Then spies gather round, and malignants appear; And cajole, wait, watch, insult, alarm, and betray, Till from home, and her daughter, they force her away.

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REMIGRATION.

Still pursued, when a 'wanderer,' her child sleeps in death, And her best friend, in England, her king, yields his breath; This gives her new rights— they neglect and proscribe her; She threatens returning—they then try to bribe her! The bullies turn slaves, and, in meanness, fawn on her: They feel her contempt, and they vow her dishonour; But she 'steers her own course,' comes indignantly over, And the shouts of the nation salute her at Dover!

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CONSTERNATION.

Ah, what was that groan!— 'twas the Head of the Church, When he found she was come— for he dreaded a search Into what he'd been doing: and sorely afraid, for What she might find out, cried 'I'll not have her pray'd for'; And the B———ps, obeying their pious Head, care took That the name of his wife should be out of the prayer book! A BURNING SHAME!"

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ACCUSATION.

On searching for precedents, much to their dread, They found that they could n't well cut off her head;

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And the 'House of Incurables' raised a 'Report' She was not a fit person to live in his Court. How like an OLD CHARLEY they then made him stand, In his lanthorn a leech, the 'Report' in his hand. 'Good folks be so good as not go near that door 'For, though my own wife, she is—I could say more 'But it's all in this Bag, and there'll be a fine pother, 'I shall get rid of her, and I'll then get another!' Yet he thought, to himself,— 'twas a thought most distressing,— 'If she should discover I've been M—ch—ss—g, 'There's an end of the whole! D——rs C-ns, of course, 'If my own hands are dirty, won't grant a D———ce!' He tried to look wise, but he only look'd wild; The women laugh'd out, and the grave even smiled: The old frown'd upon him—the children made sport, And his wife held her ridicule at his 'Report'! Moral. Be warn'd by his fate Married, single, and all; Ye elderly Gentlemen, Pity his fall!

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PUBLICATION.

As yon bright orb, that vivifies our ball, Sees through our system, and illumines all;

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So, sees and shines, our Moral Sun, The Press, Alike to vivify the mind, and bless; Sees the rat Leech turn towards Milan's walls, 'Till the black slime betrays him as he crawls;' Sees, from that recreant, vile, and eunuch-land, Where felon-perjurers hold their market-stand, Cooke, with his 'cheek of parchment, eye of stone,' Get up the evidence, to go well down; Sees who, with eager hands, the Green Bag cram, And warns the nation of the frightful flam; Sees Him, for whom they work the treacherous task, With face, scarce half conceal'd, behind their mask, Fat, fifty-eight, and frisky, still a beau, Grasping a half-made match, by Leech-light go; Led by a passion, prurient, blind, and batter'd, Lame, bloated, pointless, flameless, age'd and shatter'd; Creeping, like Guy Fawkes, to blow up his wife, Whom, spurn'd in youth, he dogs through after-life. Scorn'd, exiled, baffled, goaded in distress, She owes her safety to a fearless Press: With all the freedom that it makes its own, It guards, alike, the people and their throne; While fools with darkling eye-balls shun its gaze,

And soaring villains scorch beneath its blaze.

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INDIGNATION.

The day will soon come, when 'the Judge and the Ponderer,' Will judge between thee, and the charge-daring 'Wanderer Will say—'Thou who cast the first stone at thy wife, Art thou without sin, and is spotless thy life?' Ah! what if thy faults should 'outrival the sloe,' And thy wife's, beside thine, should look 'whiter than snow'! Bethink thee! the old British Lion awoke, Turns indignant, and treads out thy bag-full of smoke. Spurn thy minions—the traitors, who counsel thee, banish; And the soldiers will quickly forget all their Spanish!

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CORONATION.

Shakspeare says, in King John, it's a curse most abhorrent, That 'Slaves take the humours of Kings for a warrant.' A more useful truth never fell from his pen, If Kings would apply it like sober-bred men. The Slaves of your will, will make your reign, in History, A misrule of force, folly, taxing, and mystery: Indulging your wish for what, with law,'s incompatible, For the present, they've render'd your crown not come-at-able; And the tongues of old women and infancy wag, With, 'He call'd for his crown—and they gave him the Bag!'

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DEGRADATION.

To this have they brought thee, at last!

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Exposed thee, for all men to see! Ah, surely, their pandering shall quickly be past:— 'How wretched their portion shall be! 'Derision shall strike them forlorn, 'A mockery that never shall die: 'The curses of hate and the hisses of scorn, f Shall follow wherever they fly; 'And proud o'er their ruin for ever be hurl'd, 'The laughter of triumph, the jeers of the world!' THE END

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THE JOSS AND HIS FOLLY,

An Extract of an overland Dispatch. I stare at it from out my casement, And ask for what is such a place meant. Byron.

July 29, 1820.

——The queerest of all the queer sights I've set sight on;— Is, the what dye-call'-t thing, here, The Folly at Brighton

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The outside—huge teapots,

all drill'd round with holes, Relieved by extinguishers, sticking on poles:

The inside—all tea-things,

and dragons, and bells,

The show rooms—all show,

the sleeping rooms—cells.

But the grand Curiosity

's not to be seen—

The owner himself—

an old fat Mandarin;

A patron of painters

who copy designs,

That grocers and tea-dealers

hang up for signs:

Hence teaboard-taste artists

gain rewards and distinction, Hence his title of 'Teapot' shall last to extinction.

I saw his great chair

into which he falls—soss— And sits, in his China Shop, like a large Joss;

His mannikins round him,

in tea-tray array,

His pea-hens beside him,

to make him seem gay.

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It is said when he sleeps on his state Eider-down, And thinks on his Wife, and about half a Crown;

That he wakes from these horrible dreams in a stew;

And that, stretching his arms out,

he screams, Mrs. Q.! He's cool'd on the M—ch-ss, but I'm your debtor For further particulars— in a C letter.

You must know that he hates his own wife, to a failing;—

And it's thought, it's to shun her, he's now gone out

SAILING.

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THE FORM OF PRAYER, WITH THANKSGIVING TO ALMIGHTY GOD,

To be used daily by all devout People throughout the Realm, for the Happy Deliverance of Her Majesty QUEEN CAROLINE From the late most Traitorous Conspiracy. Eighth Edition. LONDON: Printed for WILLIAM HONE, 45, Ludgate Hill; and sold by all Booksellers in the United Kingdom. 1820. Price Six-pence.

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THE ORDER FOR DAILY PRAYER THROUGHOUT THE YEAR. At the beginning of Morning and Evening Prayer the Minister may read with a loud voice some one or more of these Sentences of the Scriptures that follow. And then may be said that which is written after the said Sentences, together with other suitable portions of the usual Service.

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