Each bonfire is a funeral pile,

In which they roast, and scorch, and broil, 1520 And ev'ry representative

Have vow'd to roast-and broil alive :

And 'tis a miracle we are not

Already facrific'd incarnate;

For while we wrangle here, and jar,

1525

We're grilly'd all at Temple-bar;

Some, on the fign-post of an alehouse,
Hang in effigy, on the gallows,

Made up of rags to perfonate

Refpective officers of ftate;

1530

That, henceforth, they may stand reputed,

Profcrib'd in law, and executed,

And, while the work is carrying on,

Be ready lifted under Dun,

That worthy patriot, once the bellows,

And tinder-box of all his fellows;

1535

The activ'ft member of the five,

As well as the most primitive;
Who, for his faithful fervice then,
Is chofen for a fifth agen :

For fince the state has made a quint
Of generals, he 's listed in 't.
This worthy, as the world will fay,
Is paidin fpecie, his own way:

1540

For, moulded to the life, in clouts,

1545

Th' have pick'd from dunghills hereabouts,

He's mounted on a hazel bavin

A cropp'd malignant baker gave 'em ;

And to the largest bonfire riding,
They've roasted Cook already, and Pridein ;
On whom, in equipage and state,
His fcare-crow fellow-members wait,
And march in order, two and two,
As at thanksgivings th' us'd to do,

Each in a tatter'd talifman,

1555

Like vermin in effigy flain.

But, what's more dreadful than the rest,
Those rumps are but the tail o' th' beast,
Set up by popish engineers,

As by the crackers plainly appears;
For none, but Jefuits, have a mission
To preach the faith with ammunition,
And propagate the church with powder;
Their founder was a blown-up foldier.
Those sp'ritual pioneers o' th' whore's,
That have the charge of all her stores;
Since first they fail'd in their designs,
To take in heav'n by springing mines,
And, with unanswerable barrels
Of gunpowder, dispute their quarrels,
Now take a course more practicable,
By laying trains to fire the rabble,

1560

1565

1570

And blow us up, in th' open streets,
Disguis'd in rumps, like Sambenites,
More like to ruin and confound,
Than all their doctrines underground.
Nor have they chofen rumps amifs,
For fymbols of state-mysteries ;

Tho' fome fuppofe, 'twas but to fhew

How much they scorn'd the faints, the few,
Who, 'cause they 're wafted to the stumps,
Are represented beft by rumps.

But Jefuits have deeper reaches
In all their politic far-fetches;

And from the Coptic priest, Kircherus,
Found out this myftic way to jeer us:
For, as the Egyptians us'd by bees
T'express their antique Ptolomies,

And by their stings, the fwords they wore,
Held forth authority and pow'r;

1575

1585

1590

Because these subtle animals

Bear all their int'rests in their tails;

But when they're once impair'd in that,
Are banish'd their well-order'd ftate:

They thought all governments were beft, 1595
By hieroglyphic rumps exprest.

For, as in bodies natural,

The rump's the fundament of all;
So, in a commonwealth or realm,
The government is called the helm:

1600

With which, like veffels under fail,

They 're turn'd and winded by the tail.

The tail, which birds and fishes steer,

Their courfes with, thro' sea and air;

To whom the rudder of the rump is

1605

The fame thing with the ftern and compass,

This fhews, how perfectly the rump

And common-wealth in nature jump.