The Fudge Family In Paris Letter Ii. From Phil. Fudge, Esq., To The Lord Viscount Castlereagh Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Paris	A
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At length my Lord I have the bliss	A
To date to you a line from this	A
Demoralized metropolis	B
Where by plebeians low and scurvy	C
The throne was turned quite topsy turvy	C
And Kingship tumbled from its seat	D
Stood prostrate at the people's feet	D
Where still to use your Lordship's tropes	B
The level of obedience slopes	B
Upward and downward as the stream	E
Of hydra faction kicks the beam	E
Where the poor Palace changes masters	B
Quicker than a snake its skin	F
And LOUIS is rolled out on castors	B
While BONEY'S borne on shoulders in	F
But where in every change no doubt	G
One special good your Lordship traces	B
That 'tis the Kings alone turn out	G
The Ministers still keep their places	B
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How oft dear Viscount CASTLEREAGH	C
I've thought of thee upon the way	H
As in my job what place could be	C
More apt to wake a thought of thee	C
Or oftener far when gravely sitting	I
Upon my dicky as is fitting	I
For him who writes a Tour that he	C
May more of men and manners see	C
I've thought of thee and of thy glories	B
Thou guest of Kings and King of Tories	B
Reflecting how thy fame has grown	J
And spread beyond man's usual share	K
At home abroad till thou art known	J
Like Major SEMPLE everywhere	K
And marvelling with what powers of breath	L
Your Lordship having speeched to death	L
Some hundreds of your fellow men	M
Next speeched to Sovereign's ears and when	M
All Sovereigns else were dozed at last	N
Speeched down the Sovereign of Belfast	N
Oh mid the praises and the trophies	B
Thou gain'st from Morosophs and Sophis	B
Mid all the tributes to thy fame	O
There's one thou shouldst be chiefly pleased at	P
That Ireland gives her snuff thy name	O
And CASTLEREAGH'S the thing now sneezed at	P
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But hold my pen a truce to praising	I
Tho' even your Lordship will allow	Q
The theme's temptations are amazing	I
But time and ink run short and now	Q
As thou wouldst say my guide and teacher	R
In these gay metaphorie fringes	B
I must embark into the feature	R
On which this letter chiefly hinges	B
My Book the Book that is to prove	C
And will so help ye Sprites above	C
That sit on clouds as grave as judges	B
Watching the labors of the FUDGES	B
Will prove that all the world at present	S
Is in a state extremely pleasant	S
That Europe thanks to royal swords	B
And bayonets and the Duke commanding	I
Enjoys a peace which like the Lord's	B
Passeth all human understanding	I
That France prefers her go cart King	I
To such a coward scamp as BONEY	C
Tho' round with each a leading string	I
There standeth many a Royal crony	C
For fear the chubby tottering thing	I
Should fall if left there loney poney	C
That England too the more her debts	B
The more she spends the richer gets	B
And that the Irish grateful nation	C
Remember when by thee reigned over	R
And bless thee for their flagellation	C
As HELOISA did her lover	R
That Poland left for Russia's lunch	T
Upon the sideboard snug reposes	B
While Saxony's as pleased as Punch	T
And Norway on a bed of roses	B
That as for some few million souls	B
Transferred by contract bless the clods	B
If half were strangled Spaniards Poles	B
And Frenchmen 'twouldn't make much odds	B
So Europe's goodly Royal ones	B
Sit easy on their sacred thrones	B
So FERDINAND embroiders gayly	Q
And Louis eats his salmi daily	Q
So time is left to Emperor SANDY	Q
To be half Caesar and half Dandy	Q
And GEORGE the REGENT who'd forget	U
That doughtiest chieftain of the set	U
Hath wherewithal for trinkets new	C
For dragons after Chinese models	B
And chambers where Duke Ho and Soo	C
Might come and nine times knock their noddles	C
All this my Quarto'll prove much more	V
Than Quarto ever proved before	V
In reasoning with the Post I'll vie	C
My facts the Courier shall supply	C
My jokes VANSITTART PEELE my sense	C
And thou sweet Lord my eloquence	C
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My Journal penned by fits and starts	C
On BIDDY'S back or BOBBY'S shoulder	R
My son my Lord a youth of parts	C
Who longs to be a small placeholder	R
Is tho' I say't that shouldn't say	C
Extremely good and by the way	C
One extract from it only one	C
To show its spirit and I've done	C
Jul thirty first Went after snack	W
To the Cathedral of St Denny	Q
Sighed o'er the Kings of ages back	W
And gave the old Concierge a penny	Q
Mem Must see Rheims much famed 'tis said	X
For making Kings and ginger bread	X
Was shown the tomb where lay so stately	Q
A little Bourbon buried lately	Q
Thrice high and puissant we were told	Y
Tho' only twenty four hours old	Y
Hear this thought I ye Jacobins	C
Ye Burdetts tremble in your skins	C
If Royalty but aged a day	C
Can boast such high and puissant sway	C
What impious hand its power would fix	C
Full fledged and wigged at fifty six	C
	-
The argument's quite new you see	C
And proves exactly Q E D	C
So now with duty to the KEGENT	C
I am dear Lord	C
Your most obedient	C
P F	C
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H 'tel Breteuil Rue Rivoli	Q
Neat lodgings rather dear for me	C
But BIDDY said she thought 'twould look	Z
Genteeler thus to date my Book	Z
And BIDDY'S right besides it curries	C
Some favor with our friends at MURRAY'S	C
Who scorn what any man can say	C
That dates from Rue St Honor	R

Thomas Moore

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