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"Hurra! hurra!" I heard them say. And they cheer'd and shouted all the way, As the Great Panurge in glory west

To open his own dear Parlament

Bat folks at length began to doubt
What all this conjuring was about;
For, every day, more deep in debt
They saw their wealthy rulers get :-
Let's look (said they) the items through,
And see if what we're told be trae
*Of our Periwinkle Revenne."
Bat, Lord! they found there wasn't a tittle
Of truth in aught they heard before;
For, they gain'd by Periwinkles little,

And lost by Locusts ten times more!
These Locusts are a lordly breed
Some Salmagundians love to feed.
Of all the beasts that ever were born,
Your Locust most delights in corn;
And, though his body be but small,
To fatten him takes the devil and all!
"Oh fie! oh fie!" was now the cry,
As they saw the gaudy show go by,
And the Laird of Salmagundi went
To open his Locust Parliament!

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- Those Giden productions, vich Kings takes pride

- In engrossing the vicie fibrene and trade of --Chotice tapestry things, very graad on one side, -But showing on rocher, Win rags they are made cĹTM

The pian being frå ny materal was stugit, — No matter how midding. if Torry the creed be. And first, to begin with, Squire W——————, Yvas though

For a Lord was as raw a material as need be.

Next came, with his penchant for painting and peit The tasteful Sir Charles, so renown'd, far and

near,

For purchasing pictures, and selling himselfAnd both (as the pabir well knows) very dest.

Beside him Sir John comes, with equal éclat, in:Stand forth, chosen pair, while for titles we

measure ye:

Both connoisseur baronets, both fond of draming Sir John, after nature, Sir Charles, on the Treasury.

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"And grandeur o'er thee shall reflect from thy That he may'nt, with its stick, come about all your

spouse,

"As o'er V-y F-tz-d 'twill shine through his mother."1

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ears,

And then-where would your Protestant periwigs be?

and Jenky, much No, heaven be my judge, were I dying to-day, Ere I dropp'd in the grave, like a medlar that's mellow,

(It being no joke to make Lords by the heap), Took a large dram of ether-the same that inspir'd His speech 'gainst the Papists-and pros'd off to sleep.

SPEECH ON THE UMBRELLA QUES

TION.

"For God's sake"-at that awful moment I'd s dsay"For God's sake, don't give Mr. Bell his umbrella."

["This address," says a ministerial journal, "delivered with amazing emphasis and earnestness, occasioned an extraordinary sensation in the House. Nothing since the memorable address of the Duke of York has produced so remarkable an impression."]

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1 Among the persons mentioned as likely to be raised to the fused to restore it to him; and the above speech, which may Peerage are the mother of Mr. V—y F—tz―d, &c.

2 A case which interested the public very much at this period. A gentleman, of the name of Bell, having left his umbrella behind him in the House of Lords, the doorkeepers (standing, no doubt, on the privileges of that noble body) re

be considered as a pendant to that of the Learned Earl on the Catholic Question, arose out of the transaction.

3 From Mr. Canning's translation of Jekyl's"I say, my good fellows,

As you've no umbrellas."

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To Swanage that neat little town, in whose bay Oh F-rnh-m, Saint F-rnh-m, how much do

Fair Thetis shows off, in her best silver slippers

Lord Bags took his annual trip t'other day, To taste the sea breezes, and chat with the dippers.

1 A small bathing-place on the coast of Dorsetshire, long a favourite summer resort of the ex-nobleman in question, and, till this season, much frequented also by gentlemen of the

church.

The Lord Chancellor Eld-n.

we owe thee !

How form'd to all tastes are thy various employs! The old, as a catcher of Catholics, know thee,

The young, as an amateur scourger of boys.

3 Suggested by a speech of the Bishop of Ch-str the subject of the New Reformation in Ireland, in which his Lordship denounced "Wo! Wo! Wo!" pretty abundantly on all those who dared to interfere with its progress.

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Come, R-den, who doubtest-so mild are thy What god or what goddess may help to obtain views

Whether Bibles or bullets are best for the nation; Who leav'st to poor Paddy no medium to choose, "Twixt good old Rebellion and new Reformation.

What more from her Saints can Hibernia require?
St. Bridget, of yore, like a dutiful daughter,
Supplied her, 'tis said, with perpetual fire, 1

And Saints keep her, now, in eternal hot water.

Wo, wo to the man, who would check their career,
Or stop the Millennium, that's sure to await us,
When, bless'd with an orthodox crop every year,
We shall learn to raise Protestants, fast as pota-

toes.

In kidnapping Papists, our rulers, we know,

Had been trying their talent for many a day; Till F―rnh—m, when all had been tried, came to show,

you 'em,

Hindoo or Chinese, so they're only obtain❜d.

In this world (let me hint in your organ auricular)
All the good things to good hypocrites fall;
And he, who in swallowing creeds is particular,
Soon will have nothing to swallow at all.

Oh place me where Fo (or, as some call him, Fot)

Is the god, from whom "civil advantages" flow, And you'll find, if there's any thing snug to be got, I shall soon be on excellent terms with old Fo.

Or were I where Vishnu, that four-handed god,
Is the quadruple giver of pensions and places,
I own I should feel it unchristian and odd
Not to find myself also in Vishnu's good graces.

For, among all the gods that humanely attend
To our wants in this planet, the gods to my wishes

Like the German flea-catcher, "anoder goot Are those that, like Vishnu and others, descend way."

In the form, so attractive, of loaves and of fishes! 5

And nothing's more simple than F-rnh-m's re- So take my advice-for, if even the devil ceipt ;

Should tempt men again as an idol to try him,

"Catch your Catholic, first—soak him well in "Twere best for us Tories, even then, to be civil, poteen

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As nobody doubts we should get something by him.

ENIGMA.

Monstrum nulla virtute redemptum.

COME, riddle-me-ree, come, riddle-me-ree,
And tell me what my name may be.

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I am nearly one hundred and thirty years old, And therefore no chicken, as you may suppose ;Though a dwarf in my youth (as my nurses have told),

I have, ev'ry year since, been outgrowing my clothes;

Till, at last, such a corpulent giant I stand,

That, if folks were to furnish me now with a suit, It would take ev'ry morsel of scrip in the land

But to measure my bulk from the head to the foot. Hence, they who maintain me, grown sick of my stature,

To cover me nothing but rags will supply; And the doctors declare that, in due course of nature,

About the year 30 in rags I shall die.
Meanwhile, I stalk hungry and bloated around,
An object of int'rest, most painful, to all;
In the warehouse, the cottage, the palace I'm found,
Holding citizen, peasant, and king in my thrall.

Then riddle-me-ree, oh riddle-me-ree,
Come, tell me what my name may be.

When the lord of the counting-house bends o'er his book,

Bright pictures of profit dèlighting to draw, O'er his shoulders with large cipher eye-balls I look, And down drops the pen from his paralyz'd paw! When the Premier lies dreaming of dear Waterloo, And expects through another to caper and prank it,

You'd laugh did you see, when I bellow out " Boo!" How he hides his brave Waterloo head in the blanket.

When mighty Belshazzar brims high in the hall His cup, full of gout, to the Gaul's overthrow, Lo," Eight Hundred Millions" I write on the wall, And the cup falls to earth and—the gout to his toe!

But the joy of my heart is when largely I cram

My maw with the fruits of the Squirearchy's

acres,

And, knowing who made me the thing that I am, Like the monster of Frankenstein, worry my makers.

Then riddle-me-ree, come, riddle-me-ree,
And tell, if thou knows't, who I may be.

One of the shows of London.

2 More particularly his Grace's celebrated amendment to the Corn Bill; for which, and the circumstances connected with it, see Annual Register for A. D. 1827.

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