Then of Loans, and such fat things, such slices you’d gain!
Then a Member of Parliament’s Seat you’d obtain!
Next Knighthood—then Baronet—and in a short space,
A Peerage—“My Lord!” and at last, “Please your Grace!”
Exaltation! Exaltation! &c.
Such things are quite flattering, and surely such are,
But a Pleasure far greater remains to declare;
Consider, what Power Wealth and Honour procure,
To relieve the Oppress’d, and to succour the Poor.
Exultation! Exultation! &c.
Then with Patriot Ardour your Country to serve,
For Riches are Curses, from[486] these if you swerve;
And all this may be gain’d, if your Fortune you try,
And of BISH, Fortune’s Favorite, a Ticket you buy.
Expectation! Expectation! &c.
“Bish,” whose bills may be taken as a specimen of such kind of Lottery advertisements by whomever issued, will be observed to have constantly addressed them to the lowest minds and the meanest capacities. One more may further exemplify the remark:—
THE AGE OF WONDERS.
Tune.—“Bang up.”
This is a Wonder working age, by all it is agreed on,
And Wonders rise up ev’ry day, for public gaze to feed on;
To sketch a few ’tis my intent, while now I’m in the mind, sir,
And crown them all with one you’ll own, will leave them far behind, sir.
Then push along; for something new, the public taste will dash on:
For Wonders now are all the rage, and novelty’s the fashion.
The juggling Indians show such feats, a lady’s taste ’twould shock it,
They swallow swords, and swallow too the money from our pocket,
A gentle fair, by fear unmov’d, with courage she so fraught is,
On red-hot iron skips a dance, and bathes in aqua-fortis.
Then push along; for something new, the public taste will dash on,
For Wonders now are all the rage, and novelty’s the fashion.
The greatest Wonder yet to tell, which all the world surprizes,
Is BISH’s famous Lottery, and BISH’s wondrous prizes,
Three fifty thousands grace the scheme, which yet remain undrawn, sir,
A wonder which was never known since any man was born, sir.
Then push along, to BISH’s go! of fortune he’s the man, sir,
A vote of thanks, nem. con. we’ll pass for such a noble plan, sir.[487]
“Bish” when, what he called, “The Last Lottery of All!” had arrived, very cavalierly turned round on the government; and, on the eve of becoming a candidate for a seat in the house of commons, paid his compliments to his future colleagues in the following address:—
To the Public.