Come, H-rt-n, with thy plan so merry, For peopling Canada from Kerry Not so much rendering Ireland quiet, As grafting on the dull Canadians That liveliest of earth's contagions, The bull-pock of Hibernian riot! Come all, in short, ye wondrous men Of wit and wisdom, come again; Though short your absence, all deplore it Oh, come and show, whate'er men say, That you can, after April-day, Be just as-sapient as before it. 'Tis all but a family hop, 'Twas Pitt began dancing the hay; Hands round-why the deuce should we stop? "Tis all in the family way. My labourers used to eat mutton, As any great man of the state does ; And now the poor devils are put on Small rations of tea and potatoes. But cheer up, John, Sawney, and Paddy, The King is your father, they say: So, even if you starve for your daddy, "Tis all in the family way. My rich manufacturers tumble, My poor ones have little to chew; And even 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, THE CANONIZATION OF ST. B-TT-RW--RTH. 'A Christian of the best edition.'-Rabelais. CANONIZE him!-yea, verily, we'll canonize him; Though Cant is his hobby, and meddling his bliss, Though sages may pity and wits may despise him, He'll ne'er make a bit the worse Saint for all this. Descend, all ye spirits that ever yet spread The dominion of Humbug o'er land and o'er sea, Descend on our B-tt-rw-rth's biblical head, Come, shade of Joanna, come down from thy sphere, Nor blush, Saint Joanna, once more to behold A world thou hast honoured by cheating so many Thou, too, of the Shakers, divine Mother Lee !? The heathen, we know, made their gods out of wood, Stand forth, Man of Bibles-not Mahomet's pigeon, When, perched on the Koran, he dropped there, they say, Strong marks of his faith, ever shed o'er religion Such glory as B-tt-rw-rth sheds every day. Great Galen of souls, with what vigour he crams Down Erin's idolatrous throats, till they crack again, Bolus on bolus, good man!—and then damns Both their stomachs and souls, if they dare cast them back again. Ah, well might his shop-as a type representing The creed of himself and his sanctified clan On its counter exhibit 'the Art of Tormenting,' 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, To cull all that's worst on all sides of the question, His black dose of politics thus is compounded The rinsing of any old Tory's du Made radical-hot, and the Of that gritty Scotch gabb income of Joanna So 'chosen vessel' of t all the children of r me grains nchester, where Mother Address to Young Beit is a matter of no imrom whence the me whether from a iLane, Manch Canonize him!-by Judas, we will canonize him; Call quickly together the whole tribe of canters, Yea, humbly I've ventured his merits to paint, Jump high, all ye Jumpers! ye Ranters, all roar ! NEW CREATION OF PEERS. BATCH THE FIRST. 'His 'prentice han' He tried on man, And then he made the lasses. 'AND now,' quoth the minister (eased of his panics, "'Tis pleasant-while nothing but mercantile fractures, Some simple, some compound, is dinned in our earsTo think that, though robbed of all coarse manufactures, We still keep our fine manufacture of Peers ; 'Those Gobelin productions, which Kings take a pride In engrossing the whole fabrication and trade of; Choice tapestry things, very grand on one side, But showing on t'other what rags they are made of.' The plan being fixed, raw material was sought, No matter how middling, so Tery the creed be: And first-to begin with-Squire W-rt-y, 'twas thought, For a Lord was as raw a material as need be. Next came, with his penchant for painting and pelf, The tasteful Sir Ch-rl-s, so renowned, far and near, For purchasing pictures, and selling himself,- Descend on our B-tt-rw-rth's biblical head, Come, shade of Joanna, come down from thy sphere, Nor blush, Saint Joanna, once more to behold Who also by tricks and the Seals1 makes a penny. Thou, too, of the Shakers, divine Mother Lee !2 The heathen, we know, made their gods out of wood, Stand forth, Man of Bibles-not Mahomet's pigeon, When, perched on the Koran, he dropped there, they say, Great Galen of souls, with what vigour he crams Down Erin's idolatrous throats, till they crack again, Bolus on bolus, good man!—and then damns Both their stomachs and souls, if they dare cast them back again. Ah, well might his shop-as a type representing The creed of himself and his sanctified clan On its counter exhibit the Art of Tormenting,' 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, The rinsing of any old Tory's dull noddle, Made radical-hot, and then mixed with some grains A great part of the income of Joanna Southcott arose from the Seals of the Lord's protection which she sold to her followers. 2 Mrs. Anne Lee, the chosen vessel' of the Shakers, and Mother of all the children of regeneration.' 3 Toad Lane in Manchester, where Mother Lee was born. In her Address to Young Be lievers, she says that it is a matter of no importance with them from whence the means of their deliverance come, whether from a stable in Bethlehem, or from Toad Lane, Manchester." } Canonize him!-by Judas, we will canonize him; Call quickly together the whole tribe of canters, Yea, humbly I've ventured his merits to paint, Jump high, all ye Jumpers! ye Ranters, all roar ! While B-tt-rw-rth's spirit, sublimed from your eyes, Like a kite made of foolscap, in glory shall soar, With a long tail of rubbish behind, to the skies! NEW CREATION OF PEERS. BATCH THE FIRST. 'His 'prentice han' He tried on man, And then he made the lasses. AND now,' quoth the minister (eased of his panics, 'Tis pleasant-while nothing but mercantile fractures, Some simple, some compound, is dinned in our earsTo think that, though robbed of all coarse manufactures, We still keep our fine manufacture of Peers ; Those Gobelin productions, which Kings take a pride In engrossing the whole fabrication and trade of; Choice tapestry things, very grand on one side, But showing on t'other what rags they are made of.' The plan being fixed, raw material was sought, No matter how middling, so Tery the creed be: And first-to begin with-Squire W-rt-y, 'twas thought, For a Lord was as raw a material as need be. Next came, with his penchant for painting and pelf, The tasteful Sir Ch-rl-s, so renowned, far and near, For purchasing pictures, and selling himself,- |