Part III: Hell

Hell is a city much like London--A populous and a smoky city;There are all sorts of people undone,And there is little or no fun done;Small justice shown, and still less pity.

There is a Castles, and a Canning,A Cobbett, and a Castlereagh;All sorts of caitiff corpses planningAll sorts of cozening for trepanningCorpses less corrupt than they.

There is a ***, who has lostHis wits, or sold them, none knows which;He walks about a double ghost,And though as thin as Fraud almost--Ever grows more grim and rich.

There is a Chancery Court; a King;A manufacturing mob; a setOf thieves who by themselves are sentSimilar thieves to represent;An army; and a public debt.

Which last is a scheme of paper money,And means--being interpreted--'Bees, keep your wax--give us the honey,And we will plant, while skies are sunny,Flowers, which in winter serve instead.'

There is a great talk of revolution--And a great chance of despotism--German soldiers--camps--confusion--Tumults--lotteries--rage--delusion--Gin--suicide--and methodism;

Taxes too, on wine and bread,And meat, and beer, and tea, and cheese,From which those patriots pure are fed,Who gorge before they reel to bedThe tenfold essence of all these.

There are mincing women, mewing,(Like cats, who amant misere,)Of their own virtue, and pursuingTheir gentler sisters to that ruin,Without which--what were chastity?

Lawyers--judges--old hobnobbersAre there--bailiffs--chancellors--Bishops--great and little robbers--Rhymesters--pamphleteers--stock-jobbers--Men of glory in the wars,--

Things whose trade is, over ladiesTo lean, and flirt, and stare, and simper,Till all that is divine in womanGrows cruel, courteous, smooth, inhuman,Crucified 'twixt a smile and whimper.

Thrusting, toiling, wailing, moiling,Frowning, preaching--such a riot!Each with never-ceasing labour,Whilst he thinks he cheats his neighbour,Cheating his own heart of quiet.

And all these meet at levees;--Dinners convivial and political;--Suppers of epic poets;--teas,Where small talk dies in agonies;--Breakfasts professional and critical;

Lunches and snacks so aldermanicThat one would furnish forth ten dinners,Where reigns a Cretan-tongued panic,Lest news Russ, Dutch, or AlemannicShould make some losers, and some winners--

At conversazioni--balls--Conventicles--and drawing-rooms--Courts of law--committees--callsOf a morning--clubs--book-stalls--Churches--masquerades--and tombs.

And this is Hell--and in this smotherAll are damnable and damned;Each one damning, damns the other;They are damned by one another,By none other are they damned.

'Tis a lie to say, 'God damns'!Where was Heaven's Attorney GeneralWhen they first gave out such flams?Let there be an end of shams,They are mines of poisonous mineral.

Statesmen damn themselves to beCursed; and lawyers damn their soulsTo the auction of a fee;Churchmen damn themselves to seeGod's sweet love in burning coals.

The rich are damned, beyond all cure,To taunt, and starve, and trample onThe weak and wretched; and the poorDamn their broken hearts to endureStripe on stripe, with groan on groan.

Sometimes the poor are damned indeedTo take,--not means for being blessed,--But Cobbett's snuff, revenge; that weedFrom which the worms that it doth feedSqueeze less than they before possessed.

And some few, like we know who,Damned--but God alone knows why--To believe their minds are givenTo make this ugly Hell a Heaven;In which faith they live and die.

Thus, as in a town, plague-stricken,Each man be he sound or noMust indifferently sicken;As when day begins to thicken,None knows a pigeon from a crow,--

So good and bad, sane and mad,The oppressor and the oppressed;Those who weep to see what othersSmile to inflict upon their brothers;Lovers, haters, worst and best;

All are damned--they breathe an air,Thick, infected, joy-dispelling:Each pursues what seems most fair,Mining like moles, through mind, and thereScoop palace-caverns vast, where CareIn throned state is ever dwelling.