The Rule of Practice is indispensable in all our operations. It is in some degree the "ultimatum" of the preceding rules, for as the proverb says, "Practice makes perfect." Nature is said to have begun the creation of "living infinities" by this rule, for in the words of the poet, "She tried her 'prentice hand on man, And then she made the lasses o."—Burns. Practice is thus divided into two kinds—the first called Practice Preliminary; the second is denominated Practice in General. "Trying it on" is an universal principle, from the old Jew salesman who asks four pounds for a thread-bare coat and takes four shillings; or the old cabbage woman who offers 3lbs. of "taters" for two pence and sells 7lbs. for three farthings; to the prime minister who asks three millions of taxes, and expects five. The converse of this rule is, "Don't you wish you may get it." Practice is performed by taking "aliquot parts;" to be a man of some "parts" is therefore necessary. The application of our "parts" to the science of L.S.D. with a view to their development and perfection, is the aim of the rule, and the "practice of Practice" is to show, That the value of a thing Is just the money it will bring; For money being the common scale Of things by measure, weight and rate, In all affairs of Church and State, And both the balance and the weight, The only force, the only power, That all mankind fall down before, Which like the iron sword of kings, Is the best reason of all things; The Rule of Practice then would show, The principles on which men "grow." What makes all doctrines plain and clear? A few odd hundreds once a year. And that which was proved true before, Prove false again?—Some hundreds more. Hudibras. GRAND CHORUS.Hulla boys, Hulla boys, Let the "belles" ring; Hulla boys, Hulla boys, So the Whigs sing. The Council of State In their heads have a crotchet, In spite of lawn sleeves, In spite of the rochet; To put for a salvo The nation in tune, By keeping them singing From July till June. And who can sweet music A moment despise? For singing is better, Far better than sighs. To reconcile Chartists To duties on corn, We'll give them a flourish Or two on the horn. To strike all the grumblers In factories mute, We'll give them a solo Each day on the flute. Should the multitude ask, By petition, a boon, We'll grant them reply Through our "Budget" bassoon. And when they shall sicken, And when they shall fret, We'll soothe them like lambs, With our State clarionet. Should they from their chains Endeavour to wriggle,[5] We'll keep them in bonds By a waltz on the fiddle. They shall not despair, Nor hang, drown, or strangle, We Whigs will strike up Our tinkling triangle. And should this not do, In arms should they come, We'll frighten them soon By a roll of the drum! Practising for the Army.—As shooting and slaying are the legitimate objects of this profession, Practising for the Profession.—"Cutting up" and "Cut and come again," are the maxims of the surgeon; and as no trade or profession can live Practising for the Ministry.—The aspirant for the "tub," "born in a garret, in a kitchen bred," commences his spiritual career by announcing to the elect that he is almost sure that he has had a call (caul), for he has heard his mother say he was born with one. He may next exhibit Practising for the Ministry He now attempts open-air preaching on Kennington Common, and exhibits spiritual rabidity in good earnest. He foams at the mouth, barks and bites, and yells in his ravings; calls himself from a pig to a dog, and from a dog to no gentleman. What is he? "A bundle of filthy rags," "a whited sepulchre," "a cancerous sore," a "sink Having thus initiated himself into the spiritual fraternity, he may write a work to prove that the "Church damns more souls than she saves."[6] He then mounts the rostrum as a burning and a shining light. He deals in brimstone, wholesale, retail, and for exportation. Now he unites his spiritual with secular power, and mixes parliamentary logic with divinity, electioneering squibs with "Hymns of the Chosen;" makes Lucifer cuckold, and swears himself his true liege man on the cross-buttock of a radical candidate. He now receives the degree of D.D. from a Scotch university, for 7l. 13s. 6d., and begins to feel as "big as bull-beef;" his lank hair curls; he has red velvet cushions to his tub; he begowns and belappets Practising for the Opera |