The Yahoo; a satirical rhapsody ...

78 THE YAhI00 Such are " God's imames" among the great; The " lords of reasoun," piff'd with wealth and state. But takle your specimens fiomur Mutton-lane, Or Rotten-row, and then be proud and vain. Search lBilirosoate, Saint Giles's, and Rag Fair, Aucd say what anorgel-forms you meet with there; View them inl ens where poverty prevails, Or perishing in hospitals and jails; See the poor cirnder-sifter's filthy rags, ZAnd chimney-sweepers, with their sooty bags; A prey to squalid want, disease, and vermiiri, (Anld thousands there are such for one in ermine). Do these poor wretches, who eat huisks like swine, Disp-lay the boasted " human face divirle?"t Are " godlilie heroes" found in their abodes? O no!'tis wealth makes YAHoOS demi-gods; Of,o'dlike qualities the poet sings, But then they appelrain to lords and kings. Oh, what a blest, soul-gifted, sky-born race, Sweeps in so God's image," and iii Mudlarkl's grace In scavergers you "lords of reason" meet; VYociferatiiiog " dust-ho" through the street! " reatio's lords" divinely play their part, And liRt the frao'ralrt bucket to the cart; In spite of filth, iZmmortal soutls you trace, Which glitter through the dirty shirt arid face; Arnd though thley stirnk, and have Torn - -dren's looks, They'll irr the next world all be lords and dukes.t Ilnflated YAHoo! boast your blessed state, Millions in rags ald dirt-a few styled great;Q' Deons of misery in thle vicinity of Clerkenwell, whicli, withl Cllickalle anid Black-boy Alley, will be in all probabilitfy snwept away by thie ploposed new street fronm Fleet MIarket to Islington. t Paradise Lost. B: "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingldom of heaven. "Mrrtt. a. 3. g Lord Bylon ihas observed, that thle world (speaking of En gland) se~-rns onlly rnade for a few thousands called qsalioty, or s'C7l aIInd./f'.siows, as the TVest-endlers are denominated.