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The scheme of uniting all parties; of mellowing down ancient prejudices; of believing that a Jacobin may be a good man; that we have all one common interest; that it is prudent to be lukewarm and faint-hearted, and variable, and that we must be smiling members of one great political family, is benevolent and good humoured in the extreme; the only difficulty is, that it is a senseless, absurd project, and totally impracticable. There is a set of small, timid, simple, changeable politicians in our enlightened country, who huddle together,—and endeavor to persuade fools that every thing is right, and that we sit perfectly safe, directly over the flaming crater of volcanic France. This is a horrible delusion, and we shall soon weep our folly in tears of blood. With thoughtless levity, we either fondle the tigers and wolves of Paris, that den of wild beasts who claw and worry one another, when they have no other prey; or chirp like cuckoos,
Come give us a song, the Lady cry'd,
And lay your disputes all aside,
What nonsense i't for folk to chide
For what's been done before them..
Let Whig and Tory all agree
To drop their Whig-megmorum.
Let Whig and Tory all agree
To spend their days in mirth and glee
And cheerful sing along with me
The reel of Tullochgorum.