Oh, come and show, whate'er men say, That you can, after April-day,

Be just as-sapient as before it.

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 isn'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 Lockitts

The large stock of gold we're to have in three

years,

Should all find its way into highwaymen's pockets !20

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WEDNESDAY.

Little doing-for sacred, oh Wednesday, thou art To the seven-o'clock joys of full many a tableWhen the Members all meet, to make much of that part,

With which they so rashly fell out, in the Fable.

It appear'd, though, to-night, that-as church-wardens, yearly,

Eat up a small baby-those cormorant sinners,
The Bankrupt-Commissioners, bolt very nearly
A moderate-sized bankrupt, tout chaud, for their
dinners!21

Nota bene-a rumor to-day, in the City,
"Mr. Robinson just has resign'd"--what a pity!
The Bulls and the Bears all fell a sobbing,
When they heard of the fate of poor Cock Robin;
While thus, to the nursery tune, so pretty,
A murmuring Stock-dove breathed her ditty :--

"The Public Debt is due from ourselves to ourselves, and resolves itself into a Family Account."-Sir Robert Peel's Letter.

Tune. My banks are all furnish'd with bees.
My banks are all furnish'd with rags,
So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em ;
I've torn up my old money-bags,

Having little or naught to put in 'em.
My tradesmen are smashing by dozens,
But this is all nothing, they say;
For bankrupts, since Adam, are cousins,-
So, it's all in the family way.

My Debt not a penny takes from me,
As sages the matter explain ;-
Bob owes it to Tom, and then Tommy
Just owes it to Bob back again.
Since all have thus taken to owing.

There's nobody left that can pay, And this is the way to keep going,All quite in the family way.

My senators vote away millions,

To put in Prosperity's budget; And though it were billions or trillions, The generous rogues wouldn't grudge 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 laborers 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, ev'n if you starve for your Daddy,
"Tis all in the family way.

My rich manufacturers tumble,

My poor ones have nothing 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,
A secret for next Budget day;
Though, perhaps, he may know it already,
As he, too, 's a sage in his way.
When next for the Treasury scene he

Announces "the Devil to pay,"

Let him write on the bills, "Nota bene, ""Tis 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. Goulbourn.

BANKES is weak, and Goulbourn too,
No one e'er the fact denied;-
Which is "weakest" of the two,

Cambridge can alone decide.
Choose between them, Cambridge, pray,
Which is weakest, Cambridge, say.

Goulbourn of the Pope afraid is,

Bankes, as much afraid as he; Never yet did two old ladies

On this point so well agree.

Choose between them, Cambridge, pray, Which is weakest, Cambridge, say.

Each a different mode pursues,

Each the same conclusion reaches; Bankes is foolish in Reviews,

Goulbourn, foolish in his speeches. Choose between them, Cambridge, pray, Which is weakest, Cambridge, say.

Each a different foe doth damn, When his own affairs have gone ill; Bankes he damneth Buckingham, Goulbourn damneth Dan O'Connell.