In short, the whole Gull nation feels
They're fairly spell-bound, neck and heels;
And so, in the face of the laughing world,
Must e'en sit down, with banners furl'd,
Adjourning all their dreams sublime
Of glory and war to-some other time.

NOTIONS ON REFORM.

BY A MODERN REFORMER.

Of all the misfortunes as yet brought to pass
By this comet-like Bill, with its long tail of speeches,
The saddest and worst is the schism which, alas!
It has caused between W-th-r-l's waistcoat

and breeches.

Some symptoms of this Anti-Union propensity
Had oft broken out in that quarter before;

But the breach, since the Bill, has attain'd such immensity,

Daniel himself could have scarce wish'd it more.

Oh! haste to repair it, ye friends of good order,

Ye Atw-ds and W-nns, ere the moment is past; Who can doubt that we tread upon Anarchy's border, When the ties that should hold men are loosening so fast?

Make W-th-r-1 yield to "some sort of Reform" (As we all must, God help us! with very wry

faces);

And loud as he likes let him bluster and storm

About Corporate Rights, so he'll only wear braces.

Should those he now sports have been long in possession,

And, like his own borough, the worse for the wear, Advise him, at least, as a prudent concession

To Intellect's progress, to buy a new pair.

Oh! who that e'er saw him, when vocal he stands, With a look something midway 'twixt Filch's and

Lockit's,

While still, to inspire him, his deeply-thrust hands Keep jingling the rhino in both breeches-pockets—

Who that ever has listen'd, through groan and through cough,

To the speeches inspir'd by this music of pence,But must grieve that there's any thing like falling off In that great nether source of his wit and his

sense?

Who that knows how he look'd when, with grace debonair,

He began first to court-rather late in the season— Or when, less fastidious, he sat in the chair

Of his old friend, the Nottingham Goddess of Reason*;

That Goddess, whose borough-like virtue attracted All mongers in both wares to proffer their love; Whose chair like the stool of the Pythoness acted, As W-th-r-l's rants, ever since, go to prove†;

Who, in short, would not grieve, if a man of his graces Should go on rejecting, unwarn'd by the past, The "moderate Reform" of a pair of new braces, Till, some day,—he'll all fall to pieces at last.

* It will be recollected that the learned gentleman himself boasted, one night, in the House of Commons, of having sat in the very chair which this allegorical lady had occupied.

Lucan's description of the effects of the tripod on the appearance and voice of the sitter, shows that the symptoms are, at least, very similar :

Spumea tunc primum rabies vesana per ora
Effluit...

tunc moestus vastis ululatus in antris.

TORY PLEDGES.

I PLEDGE myself through thick and thin, To labour still, with zeal devout,

To get the Outs, poor devils, in,

And turn the Ins, the wretches, out.

I pledge myself, though much bereft
Of ways and means of ruling ill,
To make the most of what are left,
And stick to all that's rotten still.

Though gone the days of place and pelf, And drones no more take all the honey,

I pledge myself to cram myself

With all I can of public money.

To quarter on that social purse

My nephews, nieces, sisters, brothers,

Nor, so we prosper, care a curse

How much 'tis at the' expense of others.