2 "And grandeur o'er thee shall reflect from thy That he mayn't, with its stick, come about all your spouse, "As o'er V-y F-tz-d 'twill shine through ears, And then-where would your Protestant periwigs be? Thus ended the First Batch-and Jenky, much No, heaven be my judge, were I dying to-day, tired, (It being no joke to make Lords by the heap,) Took a large dram of ether-the same that inspired His speech 'gainst the Papists-and prosed off to sleep. SPEECH ON THE UMBRELLA' QUES TION. Ere I dropp'd in the grave, like a medlar that's mellow, "For God's sake"-at that awful moment I'd say"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 York has produced so remarkable an impression."] To Swanage that neat little town, in whose bay Lord Bags took his annual trip t'other day, WO! WO!$ Wo, wo unto him who would check or disturb it- Oh F-rnh-m, Saint F-rnh-m, how much do we owe thee! How form'd to all tastes are thy various employs! To taste the sea breezes, and chat with the dip-The old, as a catcher of Catholics, know thee, pers. 1 A small bathing-place on the coast of Dorsetshire, long a favorite summer resort of the ex-nobleman in question, and, till this season, much frequented also by gentlemen of the church. 2 The Lord Chancellor Eld-n. The young, as an amateur scourger of boys. Suggested by a speech of the Bishop of Ch-st-r on 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. Wo, wo to the man, who such doings would smother! TOUT POUR LA TRIPE On, Luther of Cavan! On, Saint of Kilgroggy! "If, in China or among the natives of India, we claimed With whip in one hand, and with Bible in t'other, Like Mungo's tormentor, both "preachee and floggee." Come, Saints from all quarters, and marshal his way; civil advantages which were connected with religious usages, little as we might value those forms in our hearts, we should think common decency required us to abstain from treating them with offensive contumely; and, though unable to consider them sacred, we would not sneer at the name of Fot, or laugh at the imputed divinity of Visthnou."-Courier, Tuesday, Jan. 16. 1827. COME, take my advice, never trouble your cranium, Come, R-den, who doubtest-so mild are thy What god or what goddess may help to obtain you I am nearly one hundred and thirty years old, 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. Then riddle-me-ree, oh riddle-me-ree, When the lord of the counting-house bends o'er his book, Bright pictures of profit delighting to draw, O'er his shoulders with large cipher eyeballs I look, And down drops the pen from his paralyzed 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 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, 1 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. |