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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 farSuch a sight will to B-tt-rw-rth’s bosom be dear,
His conceptions and thine being much on a par. Nor blush, Saint Joanna, once more to behold
A world thou hast honoured by cheating so many Thou'lt find still among us one Personage old,
Who also by tricks and the Sealsinakes a penny.
Thy smiles to beatified B-tt-rw-rth deign ;
One hallowing Fleet Street, and tother Toad Lane !3
And saints, too, are framed of as handy materials ;-
As any the Pope ever booked, as Ethereals.
When, perched on the Koran, he dropped there, they say,
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
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 compoundedThe rinsing of any old Tory's dull noddle,
Made radical-hot, and then mixed with some grains Of that gritty Scotch gabble, that virulent twaddle,
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 Bowhich she sold to her followers.
lievers, she says that it is a matter of no im.. 2 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- their deliverance come, whether from a stable in generation.'
Bethlehem, or from Toad Lane, Manchester.'
Canonize him !- by Judas, we will canonize him ;
For Cant is his hobby and twaddling his bliss.
He'll make but the better shop-saint for all this.
Convoke all the serious Tag-rag of the nation ;
To witness their B-tt-rw-rth's Canonization !
Yea, humbly I've ventured his merits to paint,
Yea, feebly have tried all his gifts to portray ;
That the Devil's own Advocate could not gainsay.
While B-tt-rw-rth's spirit, sublimed from your eyes,
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 now,' quoth the minister (eased of his panics,
And ripe for each pastime the summer affords),
By way of set-ot, let us make a few Lords.
Some simple, some compound, is dinned in our ears-
We still keep our fine manufacture of Peers ;-
In engrossing the whole fabrication and trade of;
But showing on t'other what rags they are made of.'
No matter how middling, so Tory the creed be:
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,
And both (as the public well knows) very dear.
Beside him come L-C-st-r, with equal éclat, in ;
Stand forth, chosen pair, while for titles we measure ye;
Sir John after nature, Sir Charles on the Treasury.
In his hand he upholds a prescription, new written ;
And he asketh a seat ʼmong the Peers of Great Britain !
Oh Rank, how thy glories would fall disenchanted,
And the strawberry-leaves were by rhubarb supplanted !
If nought but a Peerage can gladden thy life,
Sweet Doctor, we'll make a she Peer of thy wife.
Is to bask in its light from the brows of another;
As o'er Vesey Fitzgerald 'twill shine through his mother. '1
(It being no joke to make Lords by the heap),
His speech against Papists-and prosed off to sleep.
A CAMBRIDGE BALLAD. Choose between them, Cambridge, pray;
Which is weakest, Cambridge, say. I authorized my Committee to take the step which they did, of proposing a fair comparison of Each a different mode pursues, strength, upon the understanding that whichever of the two should prove to be the weakest, should
Each the same conclusion reaches; give way to the other,' – Extract from Mr. W. B-nkes is foolish in Reviews, J. Banker's Letter to Mr. Goulburn.
G-lb-rn foolish in his speeches. Νικα ουδ' αλλος, αν ΑΣΣατοι δ' εγενοντο. μεν
Choose between them, Cambridge, pray;
--Theocritus. Which is weakest, Cambridge, say. B-NKES is weak, and G-lb-rn, too, Each a different foe doth damn, No one e'er the fact denied ;
When his own affairs have gone ill; Which is weakest of the two,
B-nkes he damneth Buckingham, Cambridge can alone decide.
G-lb-rn damneth Dan O'Connell. Choose between them, Cambridge, pray; Choose between them, Cambridge, pray; Which is weakest, Cambridge, say. Which is weakest, Cambridge, say. G--lb-rn of the Pope afraid is, B-nkes, accustomed much to roam, B-nkes as much afraid as he,
Plays with Truth a traveller's pranks; Never yet did two old ladies
G-1b-rn, though he stays at home, On this point so well agree.
Travels thus as much as B-nkes. Among the persons mentioned as likely to be raised to the Peerage are the mother of Mr. Vegey Fitzgerald, etc,
Choose between them, Cambridge, pray;| So, whichever first shall bray,
Choose him, Cambridge, for thy own.
Choose him, choose him by his bray; Once, we know, a horse's neigh Thus elect him, Cambridge, pray. Fixed the election to a throne;
COPY OF AN INTERCEPTED DESPATCH.
FEOM HIS EXCELLENCY DON STREPITOSO DIABOLO, ENVOY EXTRAORDINARY TO
St. James' Street, July 1,
An official young Demon, preparing to go,
From the Hell here, at Cr-ckf-rd's, to our Hell below-
To say that, first having obeyed your directions,
My next special care was to help the Elections.
When every good Christian tormented his brother,
From their all coming down, ready grilled by each other;
With the old Penal Code,—that chef-d'ouvre of Law,
We could plainly perceive the fine touch of thy claw ;-
(Though Eld-1, with help from your Highness, would try)
Could we get up a thundering No-Popery cry ;-
So like is to ours, in its spirit and tone,
To think that Religion should make it her own.
Of the chorus, as sung by your Majesty's choir,
Of myself and some others, who sing it with fire,'
Such audience, though yelled by a Sans-culotte crew,
That not only wear breeches, but petticoats too !
! Con fuoco-á music-book direction,
Such then were my hopes ; but, with sorrow, your Highness,
I'm forced to confess—be the cause what it will,
Our Beelzebub Chorus has gone off but ill.
The Treasury pitch-pipe of late is so various ;
At the York music meeting, pow think it precarious.
But one or two capital roarers we've had;
And Huntingdon Maberly's yell was not bad.
Even Elc- 1 allows we got on but so-so;
We must, please your Highness, recruit from below.
Excuse me, Great Sir-there's no time to be civil ;-
MR. ROGER DODSWORTH.
To the Editor of the Times. Sir, -Living in a remote part of Scotland, and having but just heard of the wonderful resurrection of Mr. Roger Dodsworth from under an avalanche, where he had remained, bien frappé, it seems, for the last 166 years, I hasten to impart to you a few reflections on the subject.
LAUDATOR TEMPORIS ACTI.
To find thus a gentleman, frozen in the year
To serve for our times quite as well as the Peer;
Of our ancestors, such as we find it on shelves,
To shovel up one of those wise bucks themselves !
Let him learn nothing useful or new on the way;
This reverend gentleman distinguished himself at the Reading election,