Sub. Horton then read a long letter, just come WEDNESDAY. Little doing for sacred, oh Wednesday, thou art It appear'd, though, to-night, that-as churchwardens, yearly, Eat up a small baby-those cormorant sinners, The Bankrupt-Commissioners, bolt very nearly A moderate-sized bankrupt, tout chaud, for their dinners!2 Nota bene-a rumour to-day, in the city, « Mr R-b-ns-n just has resign'd »>-what a pity! Alas, poor Robin, he crow'd as long And as sweet as a prosperous Cock could crow; But his note was small, and the gold-finch's song Was a pitch too high for Poor Robin to go. Who 'll make his shroud? «I,» said the Bank, « though he play'd me a prank, While I have a rag poor Rob shall be roll'd in 't; With many a pound I'll paper him round, Like a plump rouleau-without the gold in 't.» A HYMN OF WELCOME AFTER THE RECESS. Animas sapientiores fieri quiescendo, AND now-cross-buns and pancakes o'erHail, Lords and Gentlemen, once more! Thrice hail and welcome, Houses Twain! The short eclipse of April-day Come, Ayes and Noes, through thick and thin, Come-free, at length, from Joint-Stock cares- Whose dreams of premium knew no bound'ry; a The hon. gentleman then read a letter, which mentioned the prosperous condition of the writer; that he bad on hand a considerable surplus of corn, etc, Me Abercromby's statement of the enormous tavern bills of the Commissioners of Bankrupts. An item of expense winch Mr Hume in vain endeavoured to get rid of :-trumpeters, like the men of All-Souls, must be lene vestiti.. So fond of aught like Company, Come, matchless country-gentlemen; When creeds and corn-laws are debated! As never scratch was curl'd beforeCheap eating does more harm than good, And working-people, spoil'd by food, The less they eat, will work the more. Come, G-lb-rn, with thy glib defence Not so much rendering Ireland quiet, Come all, in short, ye wond'rous men Though short your absence, all deplore it— ALL IN THE FAMILY WAY. A NEW PASTORAL BALLAD. (Sung in the character of Britannia) The Public Debt was due from ourselves to ourselves, and re solved itself into a Family Account.-Sir Robert Peel's Letter. TUNE-My banks are all furnish'd with bees. So thick-even Fred cannot thin 'em! Having nothing, worth while, to put in 'em. My Debt not a penny takes from me, As sages the matter explain ; The gentleman lately before the public, who kept his Joint-Stock Tea Company all to himself, singing Te solum adɛra.. * This charge of two pipes of pori for the sacramental wine is a preious specimen of the sort of rtes levied upon their C thone fellowparishioners by the Irish Protestants The thirst that from the soul doth rise Stand forth, Man of Bibles-not Mahomet's pigeon, Great Galen of souls, with what vigour he crams Both their stomachs and souls, if they dare cast them back again. Ah, well might his shop-as a type representing Te cull all that's worst on all sides of the question, The rinsing of any old Tory's dull noddle, Made radical-hot, and then mix'd with some grains Of that gritty Scotch gabble, that virulent twaddle, Which Murray's New Scries of Blackwood contains. Canonize him!-by Judas, we will canonize him; Call quickly together the whole tribe of Canters, Convoke all the serious Tag-rag of the nation; Bring Shakers and Snufflers and Jumpers and Ranters, To witness their B-tt-rw-rth's Canonization! Yea, humbly I've ventur'd his merits to paint, Yea, feebly have tried all his gif. to portray; And they form a sum-total for making a saint, That the Devil's own Advocate could not gainsay. 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 fools-cap, in glory shall soar, With a long tail of rubbish behind, to the skies! A great part of the income of Joanna Southcott arose from the Seals of the Lord's protection which she sold to ber followers Mrs Aune 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. Ia ber • Address to Young Believers, she says, that it as a matter of importauce with them from whence the means of their deliverance | come, whether from a stable in Bethlehem, or from Toad-Lane, Mauchester.. Such then were my hopes; but, with sorrow, your Yes, sleeper of ages, thou shalt be their Chosen; I'm forced to confess-be the cause what it will, Whether fewness of voices, or hoarseness, or shyness,Our Beelzebub Chorus has gone off but ill. The truth is, no placeman now knows his right key, At the York music-meeting, now think it precarious. Even some of our Reverends might have been warmer- Altogether, however, the thing was not hearty;- We must, please your Highness, recruit from below. But, hark, the young Black-leg is cracking his whip-- But, till then, I'm, in haste, your most dutiful 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. Yours, etc. LAUDATOR TEMPORIS ACTI. WHAT a lucky turn-up!-just as Eld-n's withdrawing, To bring thus to light, not the wisdom alone Of our ancestors, such as we find it on shelves, But, in perfect condition, full-wigg'd and full-grown, To shovel up one of those wise bucks themselves! Oh thaw Mr Dodsworth and send him safe home,- What a God-send to them-a good--obsolete man, Who has never of Locke or Voltaire been a reader ;Oh thaw Mr Dodsworth, as fast as you can, And Eld-n will weep o'er each sad innovation THE MILLENIUM. SUGGESTED BY THE LATE WORK OF THE REVEREND MR A MILLENIUM at hand!—I'm delighted to hear it- Only think, Master Fred, what delight to behold, A bran-new Jerusalem, built all of gold, A city, where wine and cheap corn' shall abound,— Thanks, thanks for the hope thou hast given us, that we There was Whiston,3 who learnedly took Prince Eugene There was Counsellor Dobbs, too, an Irish M. P., A Millenium break out in the town of Armagh! 4 There was also-but why should I burden my lay When all past Milleniums henceforth must give way A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny.-Rev. c. 6. * See the oration of this reverend gentleman, where he describes the connubial joys of paradise, and paints the angels hovering around each happy fair.. 3 When Whiston presented to Prince Eugene the Essay in which he attempted to connect his victories over the Turks with revelation, the And the L-usd-les and II-rtf-rds shall chuse him for Prince is said to have replied that he was not aware he had ever had the honour of being known to St John.. leader. 4 Mr Dobbs was a Member of the Irish Parliament, and, on all other subjects but the Millenium, a very sensible person. He chose Armagh This reverend gentleman distinguished himself at the Reading as the scene of the Millenium, on account of the name Armageddon, election. mentioned in Revelation! |