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As I sate down to breakfast in state	A
At my living of Tithing cum Boring	B
With Betty beside me to wait	A
Came a rap that almost beat the door in	C
I laid down my basin of tea	D
And Betty ceased spreading the toast	E
As sure as a gun sir said she	D
That must be the knock of the post	E
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A letter and free bring it here	F
I have no correspondent who franks	G
No Yes Can it be Why my dear	H
'Tis our glorious our Protestant Bankes	G
Dear sir as I know you desire	I
That the Church should receive due protection	J
I humbly presume to require	I
Your aid at the Cambridge election	J
	-
It has lately been brought to my knowledge	K
That the Ministers fully design	L
To suppress each cathedral and college	M
And eject every learned divine	L
To assist this detestable scheme	N
Three nuncios from Rome are come over	I
They left Calais on Monday by steam	N
And landed to dinner at Dover	I
	-
An army of grim Cordeliers	G
Well furnished with relics and vermin	C
Will follow Lord Westmoreland fears	G
To effect what their chiefs may determine	J
Lollard's bower good authorities say	G
Is again fitting up for a prison	J
And a wood merchant told me to day	G
'Tis a wonder how faggots have risen	J
	-
The finance scheme of Canning contains	G
A new Easter offering tax	G
And he means to devote all the gains	G
To a bounty on thumb screws and racks	G
Your living so neat and compact	O
Pray don't let the news give you pain	P
Is promised I know for a fact	O
To an olive faced Padre from Spain	P
	-
I read and I felt my heart bleed	Q
Sore wounded with horror and pity	D
So I flew with all possible speed	Q
To our Protestant champion's committee	D
True gentlemen kind and well bred	R
No fleering no distance no scorn	S
They asked after my wife who is dead	R
And my children who never were born	S
	-
They then like high principled Tories	G
Called our Sovereign unjust and unsteady	D
And assailed him with scandalous stories	G
Till the coach for the voters was ready	D
That coach might be well called a casket	T
Of learning and brotherly love	U
There were parsons in boot and in basket	T
There were parsons below and above	U
	-
There were Sneaker and Griper a pair	V
Who stick to Lord Mulesby like leeches	G
A smug chaplain of plausible air	V
Who writes my Lord Goslingham's speeches	G
Dr Buzz who alone is a host	E
Who with arguments weighty as lead	R
Proves six times a week in the Post	E
That flesh somehow differs from bread	R
	-
Dr Nimrod whose orthodox toes	G
Are seldom withdrawn from the stirrup	W
Dr Humdrum whose eloquence flows	G
Like droppings of sweet poppy syrup	W
Dr Rosygill puffing and fanning	B
And wiping away perspiration	J
Dr Humbug who proved Mr Canning	B
The beast in St John's Revelation	J
	-
A layman can scarce form a notion	J
Of our wonderful talk on the road	X
Of the learning the wit and devotion	J
Which almost each syllable showed	X
Why divided allegiance agrees	G
So ill with our free constitution	J
How Catholics swear as they please	G
In hope of the priest's absolution	J
	-
How the Bishop of Norwich had bartered	Y
His faith for a legate's commission	J
How Lyndhurst afraid to be martyr'd	Y
Had stooped to a base coalition	J
How Papists are cased from compassion	J
By bigotry stronger than steel	Z
How burning would soon come in fashion	J
And how very bad it must feel	Z
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We were all so much touched and excited	A2
By a subject so direly sublime	B2
That the rules of politeness were slighted	C2
And we all of us talked at a time	B2
And in tones which each moment grew louder	I
Told how we should dress for the show	D2
And where we should fasten the powder	I
And if we should bellow or no	D2
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Thus from subject to subject we ran	E2
And the journey passed pleasantly o'er	I
Till at last Dr Humdrum began	E2
From that time I remember no more	F2
At Ware he commenced his prelection	E2
In the dullest of clerical drones	G
And when next I regained recollection	E2
We were rambling o'er Trumpington stones	G

Thomas Babbington Macaulay

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