[1] "That dark disease ichor which colored her effusions."—GALT'S Life of Byron.
[2] "The gelatinous character of their effusions." Ibid.
[3] "The poetical embalmment or rather amber immortalization."— Ibid.
[4] "Sitting amidst the shrouds and rattlings, churning an inarticulate melody."—Ibid.
[5] "He was a mystery in a winding sheet, crowned with a halo."— Ibid.
RESOLUTIONS
PASSED AT A LATE MEETING OF REVERENDS AND RIGHT REVERENDS.
Resolved—to stick to every particle
Of every Creed and every Article;
Reforming naught, or great or little,
We'll stanchly stand by every tittle,
And scorn the swallow of that soul
Which cannot boldly bolt the whole.[1]
Resolved that tho' St. Athanasius
In damning souls is rather spacious—
Tho' wide and far his curses fall,
Our Church "hath stomach for them all;"
And those who're not content with such,
May e'en be damned ten times as much.
Resolved—such liberal souls are we—
Tho' hating Nonconformity,
We yet believe the cash no worse is
That comes from Nonconformist purses.
Indifferent whence the money reaches
The pockets of our reverend breeches,
To us the Jumper's jingling penny
Chinks with a tone as sweet as any;
And even our old friends Yea and Nay
May thro' the nose for ever pray,
If also thro' the nose they'll pay.
Resolved that Hooper,[2] Latimer,[3]
And Cranmer,[4] all extremely err,
In taking such a low-bred view
Of what Lords Spiritual ought to do:—
All owing to the fact, poor men,
That Mother Church was modest then,
Nor knew what golden eggs her goose,
The Public, would in time produce.
One Pisgah peep at modern Durham
To far more lordly thoughts would stir 'em.