TE DEUM, &c.

 

    ¶  There shall be read distinctly, with an audible voice, the Leading Article of the Courier, (except there be other LESSONS appointed by the Treasury for that Day:) he that readeth, so standing and turning himself, as he may best be heard of all such as are present.  And after that, shall be said or sung, in English, daily throughout the week, as followeth:--

 

Te Deum Laudamus.

    We praise thee O Stone: we acknowledge thee to be a Bullet.
       All the Corruptionists doth worship thee: the Place-giver everlasting.

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       To thee all Placemen cry aloud: the Treasury, and all the Clerks therein.
       To thee Pensioners and Sinecurists: continually do cry,
       Bullet, Bullet, Bullet: from thee our power floweth.
       Borough-mongers and Lords in waiting: are full of thy two holes a quarter of an inch apart.
       The glorious company of the Chinese Eating Room: praise thee.
       The goodly fellowship of the Pavilion: praise thee.
       The noble army of Tax Commissioners: praise thee.
       The pure Legitimates throughout all the world: doth acknowledge thee,
       The Saviour of an expiring Ministry.
       Thou art the Trick of Tricks: O Bullet.
       Thou art the everlasting prop: of the Ministry.
       When they took upon them to call thee a Bullet: they did not abhor the public shame.
       When they had failed to overcome the sharpness of Truth: thou didst open the Kingdom to the leaven of new deceivers.
       We believe that thou art a pretext: for rejecting Reform.
       We therefore pray thee help the Lord of the Bedchamber: but appear not unto him for his memory's sake.
       O Bullet, save the Ministry: for thou alone art their heritage.

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       Keep them in place: and they will call thee Bullet for ever.
       Day by day: the Courier doth magnify thee;
       And it worshippeth thy name: every night without end.
       Vouchsafe, O Bullet: to keep us this year without Reform.
       O Bullet, have mercy upon us: have mercy upon us.
       O Bullet, keep Reform afar from us: as our trust is in thee.
       O Bullet, in thee have we trusted: let the Reformists for ever be confounded.

 

[Here endeth the Bullet Te Deum.]