For the same Hand that did so freshly paint The fresco of the European cheek With rosy blushes, and with silver smiles, That hand did bronze the Afric face. ACT V. SCENE.-A Room in Mr. Bull's house where Cosmopolitan has arranged his Show. Enter JOHN BULL. Cosmopolitan. I should hardly have known you. John Bull. I feel quite different now; but what have you been about here? Cosmopolitan. I have passed my Reform Bill, and revised my Menagerie of Europe. John Bull. What have you done then for the Curate? Cosmopolitan. Ruled that no Curate should have less than £250 a-year. John Bull. The Aldermen ? Cosmopolitan. Gave him a piece of soap and a scrubbing brush. John Bull. The Pope? Cosmopolitan. Incurable he plays billiards with the Nuncio to keep down his fat,' and calls it 'canon' law. John Bull. The Factory-men starved during the Strikes ? Cosmopolitan. Imprisoned the Delegates. John Bull. The Semptress? Cosmopolitan. The sewing-machine came to her aid. Cosmopolitan. Ah! she was beyond my power. (To the audience.) I must leave her to the kindness of all you good ladies. John Bull. Where's the Professor of Secular Education ? Cosmopolitan. The Devil found that his little Secular establishment down below, couldn't get on without him. John Bull. I always thought he would go to the Devil; and where's Friend Pry? Cosmopolitan. He went too near the British Lion's den, who swallowed him up, and only left his broadbrimmed hat, which I have stuck on the Unicorn's head. John Bull. I should like to moralise on the Unicorn wearing the hat of the Peace Society; and where's the Russian Professor ? Cosmopolitan. Shot himself with his own long bow. John Bull. Funerals are oft merrier than weddings, and the world won't be sorry to hear of all these men's deaths. And what with your birds, the Freebird? Cosmopolitan. Let him hatch his eggs in a ballot-box. John Bull. The Sociable Bird. Cosmopolitan. Gave him Education. John Bull. The Mormon ? Cosmopolitan. The same. John Bull. The Spanish Hen? Cosmopolitan. The same; 'tis your only share for the tillage of the intellect. O there be minds whose soil is rank with weeds, A few bear fruit and flow'rs, and all alike Exposed to blight of health and Time's decay. Fix your heart on something good, Stature, wit, and beauty; What are these if they do lack Constant love and duty. Reformed Sociable Bird. Honour rusteth in its mail; Wit it shineth at a loss; Repentant Spanish Hen. Eyes like hazel nuts, so fair ; Eyelids like their tassels; Wit, and form, and lustre there Are but senseless vassals. John Bull. This is an improvement. And what with the Prussian Eagle. Cnsmopolitan. Made him a Teetotaller. John Bull. The American? Cosmopolitan. Healed his blister with gold ointment, but I fear 'tis constitutional. John Bull. The Turkey Cock? Cosmopolitan. Gave him the Bible for the Koran, and the Cross for the Crescent. John Bull. The Russian Eagle ? Cosmopolitan. Made him pay for the damage done to the Turkey Cock's cage. John Bull. He must pay me and the French Cock also, for the expense and trouble we have been at; and I have brought you back the Polish Eagle (to help to keep him in order), so put him in his old cage. Enter LIBERTY WITH THE POLISH EAGLE, PROGRESS, SCIENCE, BRITANNIA, HIBERNIA, SCOTIA. Science. A mighty Spirit slept on earth: Who gave that mighty Spirit birth? An arm was stretch'd out in the night, Which roused that ancient Spirit's might; Mankind does but dream, but the Spirit of Steam, Shall restore them their lost birthright. Progress. The noise and the din, the workings within, Are forgot in the whirl of the hour; "Tis the first and the last, and the age rushes past, Increasing in knowledge and power. Science. There's the whisper afar, there's the hum and the jar, Great Spirits their powers are lending ; And the world's pulse throbs prouder and stronger by far, That its great task for ever is ending. Liberty. 'Tis the when earth's Despots are falling, age Like leaves from a poisonous tree; When the sons of Oppression are calling For the help of the mighty and free ; When the Bible's true light shines through the dark night, Like a watch-fire upon the lone sea. EPILOGUE. Britannia. Though by sword and gun, The battle is begun, Freedom leagued we'll stand, Sisters hand in hand; Tumults in the North, Conflicts lower forth, A dark and grisley band. |