And teach her hopeful son the “Rule of Three.”[122]
But I had heard of sinecures, and long’d
To follow in the track that leads to Court,
And Heaven soon granted what I so desir’d:
The Gallic sun rose from chaotic night,
And by its blaze, a horde of Sans Culottes
Rush’d, like a torrent, o’er the affrighted world—
Threaten’g all crowned heads. The Courier wrote
The Jacobins to succour. I, on place
Intent, wrote, in the Anti-Jacobin,