The altar insulted with impious parade;
Whilst sick with disgust at a scene so profane,
Not one decent female would move in her train.
She paid a vile rabble to shout round her car,
Her teachers, so pious, were Fellowes and Parr;
Her councillors, Aldermen Waithman and Wood,
Could she find nothing worse? She might try if she could.
Abroad there was nothing more low than her groom,
At home there are Wilson, Moore, Hobhouse, and Hume.
Oh! what will the rancour of party not do!