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•His Lordship said that it took a long time for a moral position to find its way across Atlantic. He was sorry that its voyage had been so long,' etc.-Speech of Lord Dudley and Ward on Colonial Slavery, March 8.
T'other night, after hearing Lord Dudley's oration
(A treat that comes once in the year, as May-day does), I dreamt that I saw-what a strange operation !
A ‘moral position' shipped off for Barbadoes.
The whole Bench of Bishops stood by, in grave attitudes,
Packing the article tidy and neat ;-
• Moral positions' don't keep very sweet.
There was B-th-st arranging the custom-house pass ;
And, to guard the frail package from tousing and routing,
Though-as to which side should lie uppermost-doubting.
The winds were polite, and the moon looked romantic,
With our ethical cargo, across the Atlantic.
Long, dolefully long, seemed the voyage we made ;
For the Truth,' at all times but a very slow sailer,
And few come aboard her, though so many hail her.
Delivered my goods in the primest condition-
• Just arrived, by “the Truth," a new Moral Position;
The Captain '- here, startled to find myself named
As 'the Captain' (a thing which, I own it with pain,
Found I wasn't a Captain, and dozed off again.
MEMORABILIA OF LAST WEEK.
MONDAY, MARCH 13.
For plaudits and laughs, the good things that were in it;-
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.
Much grave apprehension expressed by the Peers,
Lest--as in the times of the Peachums and Lockitts-
Should all find its way into highwaymen's pockets !!
A Petition presented (well timed, after this)
Throwing out a sly hint to Grandees, who are hurled
If they'd just throw a little more light on the world.?
Which (briefly the clever transaction to state) is
N-rb-ry, bless the old wag, would do gratis.
That while we thus draw off the claims on potatoes,
Should get no new claimants to fill the hiatus. *
Sub. Horton then read a long letter, just come
From the Canada Paddies, to say that these elves
And have e'en got 'a surplus,' poor devils, like ourselves !5
Little doing-for sacred, oh Wednesday, thou art
To the seven o'clock joys of full many a table, -
With which they so rashly fell out, in the Fable.
Eat up a small baby-those cormorant sinners,
A moderate-sized bankrupt, tout chaud, for their dinners !6
1 Another objection to a metallic currency they left in the population from being filled up was, that it produced a greater number of high- again. Government had always made that a conway robberies,' - Debate in the Lords.
dition.'-Wr. W. Horton's Speech, * Mr. Estcourt presented a petition, praying 5 “The hon. gentleman then read a letter, that all persons should be compelled to have which mentioned the prosperous condition of the lamps in their carriages.
writer; that he had on hand a considerable sur3 Mr. W. Horton's motion on the subject of plus of corn,' etc. Emigration.
6 Mr. Abercromby's statement of the enor. 4. The money expended in transporting the mous tavern bills of the Commissioners of BankIrish to Canadá would be judiciously laid out, rupts. provided measures were taken to prevent the gap)
Nota Bene.—A rumour to-day, in the city,
And as sweet as a prosperous cock could crow;
Who'll make his shroud ?
While I have a rag poor Rob shall be rolled in't;
Like a plump rouleau—without the gold in't.'
A HYMN OF WELCOME AFTER | That you would e'en have taken tea THE RECESS.
(Had you been asked) with Mr.
Goundry ! * Animas sapientiores fieri quiescendo.' AND now-cross-buns and pancakes Come, wise Sir Thomas, wisest then
Come, matchless country gentlemen; o'er
When creeds and corn-laws are Hail, Lords and Gentlemen, once more !
And show how wholly into bread
A 'Squire is transubstantiated. Having (God grant it!) passed away,
Collective Wisdom, shine again! Come, L-e, and tell the world, Come, Ayes and Noes, through thick That-surely as thy scratch is curled, and thin,
As never scratch was curled beforeWith Paddy H-mes for whipper-in ; Cheap eating does more harm than good,
Whate'er the job, prepared to back it; And working-people spoiled by food, Come, voters of Supplies—bestowers
The less they eat, will work the more. Of jackets upon.trumpet-blowers, At eighty mortal pounds the jacket ! Come, G-lb-rn, with thy glib defence
(Which thou'dst have made for Peter's Come-free, at length, from Joint-Stock Pence)
Of Church-Rates, worthy of a Ye Senators of many Shares,
halter;Whose dreams of premium knew no Two pipes of port (old port 'twas said bound'ry;
By honest Newport) bought and paid So fond of aught like Company,
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1 An item of expense which Mr. Hume in vain * This charge of two pipes of port for the saendeavoured to get rid of. Trumpeters, like the cramental wine is a precious specimen of the men of All-Souls, must be 'bene vestiti.'
sort of rates levied upon their Catholic follow* The gentleman lately before the public, who parishioners by the Irish Protestants. kept his Joint-stock Tea Company all to him- • The thirst that from the soul doth rise sell, sirring · Te solum adoro.'
Doth ask a drink divine.'
Come, H-rt-n, with thy plan so merry, Since all have thus taken to owing, For peopling Canada from Kerry
There's nobody left that can pay; Not so much rendering Ireland quiet, And this is the way to keep going, As grafting on the dull Canadians All quite in the family way. That liveliest of earth's contagions, The bull-pock of Hibernian riot !
My senators vote away inillions,
To put in Prosperity's budget; Come all, in short, ye wondrous men And though it were billions or trillions, Of wit and wisdom, come again ; The generous rogues wouldn't grudge Though short your absence, all de. it. plore it
'Tis all but a family hop, Oh, come and show, whate'er men say,
'Twas Pitt began dancing the hay ; That you can, after April-day, Hands round !--why the deuce should Be just as-sapient as before it.
we stop ?
My labourers used to eat mutton,
As any great man of the state does ;
And now the poor devils are put on A NEW PASTORAL BALLAD.
Small rations of tea and potatoes.
But cheer up, John, Sawney, and Paddy, (Sung in the character of Britannia).
The King is your father, they say: 'The Public Debt was due from ourselves to So, even if you starve for your daddy, ourselves, and resolved itself into a Family 'Tis all in the family way. Account.'-Sir Robert Peel's Letter. TUNE-My banks are all furnished
My rich manufacturers tumble, with bees.
My poor ones have little to chew;
And even if themselves do not grumble, My banks are all furnished with rags, Their stomachs undoubtedly do.
So thick-even Fred cannot thin'em! But coolly to fast en famille I've torn up my old money bags, Is as good for the soul as to pray; Having nothing worth while to put And famine itself is genteel, in 'em.
When one starves in a family way. My tradesmen are smashing by dozens, But this is all nothing, they say ;.
I have found out a secret for Freddy, For bankrupts, since Adam, are cousins,
A secret for next Budget-day; So it's all in the family way.
Though perhaps he may know it already;
As he, too, 's a sage in his way. My Debt not a penny takes from me, Wben next for the Treasury scene he As sages the matter explain ;
Announces “the Devil to pay,' Bob owes it to Tom, and then Tommy Let him
write on the bills – Nota bene, Just owes it to Bob back again.
"Tis all in the family way.'
THE CANONIZATION OF ST. B-TT-RW-RTH.
"A Christian of the best edition.'-Rabelais.
Though Cant is his hobby, and meddling his bliss,
He'll ne'er make a bit the worse Saint for all this.
The dominion of Humbug o'er land and o'er sea,
Descend on our B-tt-rw-rth's biblical head,
Thrice-Great, Bibliopolist, Saint, and M.P.!
Come, shade of Joanna, come down from thy sphere,
And bring little Shiloh-if'tisn't too far-
His conceptions and thine being much on a par.
A world thou hast honoured by cheating so many
Who also by tricks and the Seals' makes a penny.
Thy smiles to beatified Butt-rw.rth deign ;
One hallowing Fleet Street, and t'other Toad Lane 13
And saints, too, are framed of as handy materials ; -
As any the Pope ever booked, as Ethereals.
Stand forth, Man of Bibles-not Mahomet's pigeon,
When, perched on the Koran, he dropped there, they say,
Such glory as B-tt-rw-rth sheds every day.
Down Erin's idolatrous throats, till they crack again,
Both their stomachs and souls, if they dare cast them back again.
The creed of himself and his sanctified clan
Bound neatly, and lettered • Whole Duty of Man.'
As to politics--there, too, so strong his digestion,
Having learned from the law-books, by which he's surrounded,
His black dose of politics thus is compounded-
Made radical-hot, and then mixed with some grains
Which Murray's New Series of Blackwood contains.
A great part of the income of Joanna South- 3 Toad Lane in Manchester, where Mother cott arose from the Seals of the Lord's protection Lee was born. In her Address to Young Bewhich she sold to her followers.
lierers, she says that it is a matter of no im2 Mrs. Anne Lee, the chosen vessel' of the portance with them from whence the means of Shakers, and 'Mother of all the children of re- iheir deliverance come, whether from a stable in generation.'
Bethlehem, or from Toad Lane, Manchester.'