THE CORSICAN PEST, OR BELZEBUB GOING TO SUPPER.
Of ‘The Corsican Pest, or Belzebub going to supper,’ by Gillray (October 6, 1803), only a portion is given in the illustration, but nothing of moment is omitted. The following are the lines under this broadsheet:—
Buonaparte they say, aye good lack a day!
With French Legions will hither come swimming,
And like hungry Sharks, some night in the dark,
Mean to frighten our Children and Women.
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When these Gallic Foisters gape wide for our Oisters,
Old Neptune will rise up with glee,
Souse and Pickle them quick, to be sent to old Nick,
As a treat from the God of the Sea.
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Belzebub will rejoice at a Supper so nice,
And make all his Devils feast hearty;
But the little tit bit, on a fork, he would spit,
The Consular Chief, Buonaparté!
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Then each Devil suppose, closely stopping his nose,
And shrinking away from the smell,
‘By Styx,’ they would roar, ‘such a damn’d Stink before
Never entered the kingdom of Hell.
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Full rotten the heart of the said Buonaparte,
Corrupted his Marrow and Bones,
French evil o’erflows, from his Head to his Toes,
And disorder’d his Brains in his Sconce!
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