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-J, _,0; .=, _c. -<+"v [FOR THE GAZETTE AND GUARDIAN.] (By an Old Correspondent.) THE NEW ALEXANDER SELKIRK, BY LOUD B. January 1, 1838. 1 am monarch of all I survey, My positions tiiere's none to disptite; Neither Wellington, Melbourne, nor Grev, Nor e'en Londonderry, the hrute Opposition! Oh! where arc the charms Reformers have seen in thy face ? At St. Denis-my friends are in trins. At St. Stephen's—I'm quite out of place. The Great Seal is out of my retel, 1 must pass my dull mornings alone Now hear the young Queen make a speech, Now correct the Report of my own The mob that all follow great Dan My face with indifference see They shout for that mighty great man, But their tamcncss is shocking to me Fine ribbons and orders so smart Lord Durham has got from the Czar, For St. l'etersburgh were I to start Perhaps he might give me a star; My sorrows I there might assuage, New boohs on Theology write, Alight prate of this woaderful age," And Religion and science" unite. Religion !—that sticks in my throat; Rtlllctt'Ítm '5 a much better word And I, with Charles Duller, and Grote, And some Bishops could manage the Board; But the. sound of a Church-going bell Should ne'er in the schoolroom be beard No Bigot preach Heaven or Hell," And" the schoolmaster" only be feared. Ye Whigs who have made me your sport, Tis clear that you vote me a bore; The Queen does not want me at Court, I'll have nothing to do with you more My old friends they now and then send A book or a pamphlet to me That is, if I yet have a friend, Though the Devil a friend I can see. People say that I'm out of my mind, But they do but say this out of spite When Parliament sits they shall find I can give them three columns each night; With the Woolsack just under my nose, For a moment I fancy I'm there; But alas! my Lord Cottenham's prose Soon hurries me back to despair' But Melbourne to Windsor is gone, And Lansdowne is off to Bowood Every creature is now out of town, And I'd go away if I could But a Pension's as good as a place, Whittle Harvey is now gone to pot; And the thought lends affliction a grace, And reconciles mo to my lot.

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