The Political Drama. No. 32.
|Most Gracious King, Most Sacred Monarch, Most Sovereign Lord and
Divine Master, gifted with grace from GOD, to rule with Paternal Love
over millions of Human Beings, your Slaves and Subjects -
have Mercy upon us as you hope for Mercy hereafter. - Remember Sire,
your Coronation Oath strictly enjoins you to Temper Justice
with Mercy. We have committed no moral sin against GOD or Man.
Forget not, Sire, that millions of your Sacred Majesty's Loyal subjects
are bound by Oaths in their different Societies to protect
themselves from unjust encroachments on their Rights. Are not these,
Royal Sir, as culpable as ourselves? The Conservatives, Freemasons,
Orange Lodges, and Government Spies, GRACIOUS Sire, are all bound
by Oaths to protect their Orders, however unlawful
they may be; are not these also as culpable as us? O! King! We only
bound ourselves for the just protection of our Miserable Earnings
- THEY for Oppression, Monopoly, and Plunder. -
Oh! Sire! have Mercy on poor Humanity.
|Humanity! - Who the hell's he? Come cut your sticks - I'm
damn'd if you dont smell of Rebellion, Poverty, and Parish
Soup, as strong as Stink pots in a sea fight. - Mercy indeed
- dont you wish you may get it - here, take it - over the left.
(Aside) - Blast me, they talking about Oaths makes me recollect
well when I was in Sarvice (for they always send the greatest Fool
in a family to sea), I used to Swear worse than a Ship Parson, - Shiver
me; I never Ate, Drank, or had a Woman without prefacing it with a
gallus good Oath - that was something like "FLARE UP!"
|Pilly, turn your Donkey to 'em, de horrid Paupers,
if you give 'em de smallest hopes you shall have no peace for vun
|Guards, turn the Slaves out they must be Transported,
my duty to the Capitalists, Landholders, the Tories and my nine hundred
& ninety nine Cousins demand it
THE DORCHESTER UNIONISTS IMPLORING MERCY !!!
OF THEIR KING,
"He who trusts in PRINCES shall be thus
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