There was a metrical account of this fête, which shows the popular feeling on the subject, which was called
"THE REGENT'S REMONSTRANCE TO JOHN BULL.
Oh, Johnny, most ungrateful Johnny!
But just escap'd from fangs of Boney,
You still must growl and grumble;
The peace just made, and all things right,
The bread quite cheap, and taxes light,
And I, your servant humble.
What would you have? You growling elf,
You think of nothing but yourself;
Nay, show your teeth,—you cannot bite,
What could be done for love or money,
All that is comical or funny,
Has been my study and delight.
Your peevish humours to destroy all,
Did I not ask the Allies Royal
To come to London here to see you?
And did you not, for days and nights,
Stare yourself almost blind with sights?
I'd fain, I vow, twice double d ye.
Then to add further to your glee,
I give you a grand Jubilee,
'Cause we have reigned a hundred years;
I put my hands in both your pockets,
And, in return, you've Congreve's rockets,
And booths for all your pretty dears.
Besides, if you were not a lout,
You'd smile to see the roundabout,[32]
And all the pretty pictures in it;
With all the fireworks blazing forth!
Some east, some west, some south, some north,
And pop-guns bursting every minute.
Why, surely, John, you 'gin to dote,
Come, take a ride in this cock boat!
See how it floats on real water!
A race! A race! I vow there is!
I see a smile upon your phiz,
I'll go and call my vife and darter!
Nay, patience, Johnny, do not fidget,
You have not seen our little bridge yet,
And top on it the grand Pagoda;
Then, whilst you're walking on the lawn,
You'll bless the day when you were born,
To see such sights, and call for soda.
Come, take another walk with me,
To view the ships upon the sea,
I mean the Carlton—Hyde Park ocean;
Full twenty vessels of the line
Now sail upon the Serpentine,
To give of Nile a brilliant notion!