AN EXPOSITION TO LORD KING. Quem das finem, Rex magne, laborum?-VIRGIL. How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all 'Tis hardly worth while being very high born! Why bore them so rudely, each night of your life, THE SINKING FUND CRIED. Now what, we ask, is become of this Sinking Fund-these eight millions of surplus above expenditure, which were to reduce the interest of the national debt by the amount of four hundred thousand pounds annually? Where, indeed, is the Sinking Fund itself?-The Times of Feb. 1. TAKE your bell, take your bell, Good Crier, and tell On a question, my Lord, there's so much to abhor in? To the Bulls and the Bears, till their ears are stunn'd, A question-like asking one, «How is your wife?»> As to weavers, no matter how poorly they feast, Take a wonderful quantum of cramming, you know. You might see, my dear Baron, how bored and distrest Were their high noble hearts by your merciless tale, When the force of the agony wrung ev'n a jest From the frugal Scotch wit of my Lord Lauderdale! That, lost or stolen, Or fall'n through a hole in The Treasury floor, is the Sinking Fund! When Frederick and Jenky sat, hob-nobbing,' And said to each other, Bright Peer! to whom Nature and Berwickshire gave joking! That weavers, once rescued from starving by Lords, When Rome was uproarious, her knowing patricians «No Bread and the Tread-mill 's» the regimen now. So cease, my dear Baron of Ockham, your prose, See the proceedings of the Lords, Wednesday, March 1, 1826, when Lord King was severely reproved by several of the noble peers for making so many speeches against the Corn Laws. This noble Earl said, that when he heard the petition came from ladies' boot and shoe-makers, he thought it must be against the corns which they inflicted on the fair sex.. The Duke of Athol said, that at a former period, when these weavers were in great distress, the landed interest of Perth bad supported 1500 of them. It was a poor return for these very men now to petition against the persons who had fed them." * An improvement, we flatter ourselves, on Lord L.'s joke. Suppose, dear brother, Behold, in his best shooting jacket, before thee, An eoquent Squire who most humbly beseeches, Great Queen of Mark-ane if the thing does n't bore thee,, And, as for myself who se Like Hanniba", sworn To hate the whole crew who would take car ress from us, Had England but one to stand by thee. Dear Corn, That last honest Uni-corn would be Sir Thomas Thou it read o'er the last of his-never-last speeches. A HYMN OF WELCOME AFTER THE RECESS. Come, Horton, with thy plan so merry, Not so much rendering Ireland quiet, Though short your absence, all deplore it Oh, come and show, whate'er men say, Be just as-sapient as before it. «I,» said the Bank, «< though he play'd me a prank, ALL IN THE FAMILY WAY, A NEW PASTORAL BALLAD. MEMORABILIA OF LAST WEEK. MONDAY, MARCH 13, 1826. THE Budget-quite charming and witty-no hearing, For plaudits and laughs, the good things that were in it; Great comfort to find, though the Speech is n't cheering, That all its gay auditors were, every minute. What, still more prosperity!-mercy upon us, << This boy 'll be the death of me »-oft as, already, Such smooth Budgeteers have genteelly undone us, For Ruin made easy there's no one like Freddy. TUESDAY. Much grave apprehension express'd by the Peers, Lest-calling to life the old Peachums and LockittsThe large stock of gold we 're to have in three years, Should all find its way into highwaymen's pockets!1 WEDNESDAY, Little doing-for sacred, oh Wednesday, thou art It appear'd, though, to-night, that-as churchwardens, yearly, Eat up a small baby-those cormorant sinners, The Bankrupt-Commissioners, bolt very nearly A moderate-sized bankrupt, tout chaud, for their dinners! 2 Nota bene-a rumour to-day, in the city, Alas, poor Robin, he crow'd as long And as sweet as a prosperous Cock could crow; But his note was small, and the gold-finch's song Was a pitch too high for Poor Robin to go. Who 'll make his shroud? Another objection to a metallic currency was, that it produced a greater number of highway robberies.-Debate in the Lords. Mr Abercromby's statement of the enormous tavern bill of the Commissioners of Bankrupts. (Sung in the character of Britannia.) The Public Debt is due from ourselves to ourselves, and resolves itself into a Family Account.-Sir Robert Peel's Leuer. TUNE-My banks are all furnish'd with bees. Having little, or nought, to put in 'em. My Debt not a penny takes from me, There's nobody left that can pay ; All quite in the family way. My senators vote away millions, To put in Prosperity's budget; "T is all but a family hop, "T was Pitt began dancing the hay; Hands round-why the deuce should we stop? 'T is all in the family way. My labourers used to eat mutton, As any great man of the state does; Small rations of tea and potatoes. My rich manufacturers tumble, My poor ones have nothing to chew; And, ev'n if themselves do not grumble, Their stomachs undoubtedly do. But coolly to fast en famille Is as good for the soul as to pray; And famine itself is genteel, When one starves in a family way. I have found out a secret for Freddy, When next for the Treasury scene he Announces « the Devil to pay,» Let him write on the bills-« Nota-bene, 'T is all in the family way.» BALLAD FOR THE CAMBRIDGE ELECTION. I authorized my Committee to take the step which they did, of proposing a fair comparison of strength, upon the understanding that whichever of the two should prove to be the weakest, should give way to the other.-Extract from Mr W. J. Bankes's Letter to Mr Goulburn. BANKES is weak, and Goulburn too, No one e'er the fact denied ;Which is « weakest» of the two Cambridge can alone decide. Chuse between them, Cambridge, pray, Which is weakest, Cambridge say. Goulburn of the Pope afraid is, Bankes, as much afraid as he; Never yet did two old ladies On this point so well agree. Chuse between them, Cambridge, pray, Which is weakest, Cambridge, say. Each a different mode pursues, Each the same conclusion reaches; Bankes is foolish in Reviews, Goulburn, foolish in his speeches. Chuse between them, Cambridge, pray. Which is weakest, Cambridge say. To bring thus to light, not the wisdom alone Of our ancestors, such as we find it on shelves, What a God-send to them!-a good, obsolete man, Yes, sleeper of ages, thou shalt be their Chosen; And Eldon will weep o'er cach sad innovation COPY OF AN INTERCEPTED DISPATCH, FROM HIS EXCELLENCY DON STREPITOSO DIABOLO, ENVOY EXTRAORDINARY TO HIS SATANIC MAJESTY. St James'-street, July 1, 1826. GREAT Sir, having just had the good luck to catch I thought, as we ne'er can those good times revive T would still keep a taste for Hell's music alive, That yell which, when chorus'd by laics and clerics, With a few pints of laya, to gargle the throats Such then were my hopes; but, with sorrow, your I'm forced to confess-be the cause what it will, Whether fewness of voices, or hoarseness, or shyness,Our Beelzebub Chorus has gone off but ill. The truth is, no placeman now knows his right key, At the York music-meeting, now think it precarious. Thanks, thanks for the hope thou hast given, that we May, even in our own times, a jubilee share, Which so long has been promised by prophets like thee, And so often postponed, we began to despair. There was Whiston,' who learnedly took Prince Eugene There was Counsellor Dobbs, too, an Irish M. P., Even some of our Reverends might have been warmer-When all past Millenniums henceforth must give way Though one or two capital roarers we've had; To the last new Millennium of Orator Irving? Go on, mighty man,-doom them all to the shelfAnd, when next thou with Prophecy troublest thy sconce, Oh forget not, I pray thee, to prove that thyself THE THREE DOCTORS. Doctoribus lætamur tribus. DEVIL. THE MILLENNIUM. SUGGESTED BY THE LATE WORK OF THE REVEREND MR A MILLENNIUM at hand!-I'm delighted to hear it- Only think, Master Fred, what delight to behold, A bran-new Jerusalem, built all of gold, Sound bullion throughout, from the roof to the flags A city, where wine and cheap corn 3 shall abound,- Thanks, reverend expounder of raptures elysian,4 1 Con fuoco-a music-book direction. THOUGH many great Doctors there be, Dr Eady, that famous M. D. Dr Southey, and dear Doctor Slop. The purger-the proser-the bard- Dr Slop, in no merit outdone By his scribbling or physicking brother, Can dose us with stuff like the one, Ay, and doze us with stuff like the other. Dr Eady good company keeps With « No Popery» scribes on the walls; Dr Southey as gloriously sleeps With No Popery» scribes, on the stalls. Dr Slop, upon subjects divine, Such bedlamite slaver lets drop, That, if Eady should take the mad line, He'll be sure of a patient in Slop. When Whiston presented to Prince Eugene the Essay in which he This reverend gentleman distinguished himself at the Reading attempted to connect his victories over the Turks with Revelations, election. the Prince is said to have replied, that he was no aware be ever A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley had the honour of being known to St John.» for a penny. Rev. c. 6. 4 See the Oration of this reverend gentleman, where he describes the connubial joys of Paradise, and paints the angels hovering round each happy fair. 2 Mr Dobbs was a Member of the Irish Parliament, and, on all other subjects but the Millennium, a very sensible person: he chose Armagh as the scene of his Millennium, on account of the name Armageddon, mentioned in Revelations, |