The Jackall, Leopard, And Beasts.

(To a Modern Politician.)             I grant these facts: corruption sways,             Self-interest does pervert man's ways;             That bribes do blind; that present crimes             Do equal those of former times:             Can I against plain facts engage             To vindicate the present age?             I know that bribes in modern palm             Can nobler energies encalm;             That where such argument exists             There itching is in modern fists.             And hence you hold that politicians             Should drive their nails on such conditions,             So they might penetrate sans bending,             And win your way past comprehending.             Premising no reflection's meant,             Unto such doctrine I dissent.             The barrister is bound to plead             Upon the side on which he 's fee'd;             And so in every other trade             Is duty, by the guinea, paid.             Man, we are taught, is prone to evil -             That does not vindicate the devil:             Besides, man, in his own behoof,             Contrives to hide the cloven hoof.             Nor is corruption of late date, -             'Twas known in every age and state;             And where corruption was employed             The public welfare was destroyed.             Next see court minions in disgrace,             Stripped of their treasure, stripped of place;             What now is all their pride and boast, -             The servile slave, the flattering host,             The tongues that fed him with applause,             The noisy champions of their cause?             They press the foremost to accuse             His selfish jobs and paltry views.             Ah, me! short-sighted were the fools,             And false, aye false, the hireling tools.             Was it such sycophants to get             Corruption swelled the public debt?             This motto would not shine amiss -             Write, "Point d'argent et point de Suisse."             The lion is the noblest brute,             With parts and valour past dispute,             And yet it is by all averred             His rule to jackalls is transferred.             A rascal jackall once on law             And property put down his paw.             The forest groaned brute-discontent,             And swore its injuries to resent:             The jackall heard it, and with fear             He saw disgrace approaching near.             He said and thought: "I must defeat             Malicious tongues, and guard my seat;             Strengthen myself with new allies,             And then this clamour may despise."             Unto the generous brutes he fawned;             The generous brutes the jackall scorned.             What must he do? Friends must be made,             And proselytes by bribes be paid;             For think not a brute's paw withstands             The bribe which dirties human hands.             A hog o'er cabbage said his benison;             The wolf was won by haunch of venison;             A pullet won the fox; a thistle             Tickled the donkey's tongue of gristle.             But now the royal leopard rose             The tricksy jackall to oppose:             And as the rats will leave in lurch             The falling walls of house or church,             So did each briber cut and run             To worship at the rising sun.             The hog with warmth expressed his zeal,             So did the wolf for public weal, -             But claimed their venison and cabbage.             The fox the like - without disparage             Unto his perquisites of geese.             The donkey asked a common's lease.             "Away," the leopard said, "ye crew,             Whose conscience honesty ne'er knew!             Away, I say, with all the tribe             Who dare to ask or take a bribe:             Cudgels, and not rewards, are due             To such time-serving tools as you!"