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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
195
' Or in oue long-drawn breath, with fond delay,
Round a holy calm diffusing,
THE SESSIONS. , Love of sleep, and dreamy musing,
an ODE FOR MUSIC.
When Parliament was fresh and young,
While yet eleetioc squibs were sung,
The M.P.s throng'd to take their seats
Through London's country-leading streets,
Exulting, trembling, burning, glowing,
With patriotic zeal o'erflowing,
By turns they felt the teeming mind
To silence forced, to speak inclined ;
Till once, 'tis said, when all were fired,
Fill'd with speeches, rapt, inspired,
From the surrounding benches nigh
They strove to catch the Speaker's eye J
.And as they oft had tried apart
Lessons in the forensic art,
Each, as the Speaker ruled the hour,
Would prove his own expressive power.
First-arose his skill to try,
Mid wild abuse bewilder'd stray'd,
Accusing those in places high
Of making statesmanship a trade !
Next * * rush'd—his eye's clear fire
Told of power that lurk'd within—
In 3ome few words he squashed the liar.
And stripp'd the falsehoods bare and thin.
With woeful measures, poor Joe Hume !
Low plaintive sounds beguiled his soul,
In solemn, strange, and fearful fume,
He 8umm'd the " tottle.of the whole.'5
But thou, old boy! with tongue so glib,
What was thy expected pleasure ?
Still it cried * Bepale's the measure!"
And bid the friends of Ireland " agitate! "
Still did bis tongue that word prolong,
And now deject, and now elate,
He spoke of Erin's worth, and Erin's wrong ;
And as his eyes and hands uprose,
Each Tory's finger touch'd the scornful nose,
And Dan O'Connell smiled, and waved his Irish " sprig l "
And longer had he spoke, but, with a frown,
Lo ! Muntz impatient rose ;
In hollow yellings died away !
But, oh! how alter'd to a sprightly tone,
When -, a man of woudrous tongue,
One hand upon his waistcoat put,
By hooked thumb in armhole hung,
With sparkling eye, and firm advanced foot,
A face to Whig and Rad. well known.
The Treasury benches in the van,
The Opposition pale and wan,
Listen'd enraptured to the man ;
Dull senses even seem'd to feel surprise,
And Sleep roused up and rubb'd his drowsy eyes !
Last came Peel's ecstatic trial !
With majority advancing,
First to New Tariff laws his lore address'd,
But soon he poured from his wrath-full phial
The Income Tax, whose ease he loved the best 1
They would have thought who heard his strain
They saw in ancient Rome her saviour stand,
Amid the lyres of the Imperial band,
To the triumphant notes unwearied dancing,
While, as his pearl-white pinions swept the strings,
Joy pranced with Fear a wild fantastic round,
Plain were all profits seen, strong chests unbound
And he amid his frolic play,
As if he would some part repay,
Shook promises by thousands from his wings !
O Parliament! the people aid !
Friend of debtors ! wisdom's shade !
Why now to us, thy worth denied,
Lay'st thou thy ancient strength aside?
As in that old forensic place
You learn'd to body forth with grace I
St. Stephen's now, alas 1 for these,
Cannot recall old memories!
Is all thy ancient power dead,
And with that chapel echoes fled i
Arise ! as in that olden time,
Warm, energetic, true, sublime!
Thy speeches in that golden age
Fill many a glowing, storied page,
'Tis said, and I believe the tale,
Then an humblest speech could more prevail—
Had more of truth, and patriot rage,
Than all that linger through this age i
E'en all at once together bound,
One inane senseless world of sound !
Oh ! bid our modern M.P.s cease
This war of Party, and in Peace
Learn to sincerely legislate,
Not for themselves, but for the state.
FASHIONS FOR NOVEMBER.
Tartans will be almost universally worn ; but in schools it is not un-
j likely that stripes will be prevalent. Boys' jackets will have the customary
He stroked his bushy beard in anger down, | trimming ; and the back will be made smart by being cut on the cross
And, with a withering look, , with a thin rouleau of cane laid on rather lavishly.
A roll of Anti-Poor-law papers took, In windy weather, the hats of the gentlemen and the bonnets of tire
And told a tale so drear and dread,
Was never people's voice so full of woe I
And ever and anon he curl'd
The biggest whisker in the world :
While, as the hairs his fingers pass'd between,
Post-boy pitying Sibthorp sigh'd
Over his own eclypsed pride :
But still Muntz kept his wild uualter'd mien,
And, with its hairy wings, his seem'd a cherub's head i
Thy politics, brays Pal., to nought were fix'd,
Fiue proof of thy all-grasping mind !
With differing themes thy speeches were in-mix'd,
Now courted Whigs, and now found Tories kind.
MEETING A BILL.
With eyes fast closed, as one at rest . ladies are thrown a good deal off the head ; and we have seen a novelty
in umbrellas, the silk being curiously slit into ribbons.
The blouse is now giving way to the York coat, warranted to weigh half
an ounce ; and we have seen one or two specimens of Tweedish wrappers,
at fourteen-and-nine, which will no doubt be worn almost universally.
Rowing-shirts are disappearing fast; hut their place is, in some cases,
supplied by the blouses, which, fitting close to the skin on the Coraz£«
.principle,, are found,deairable for wear in winter.
Lord Glenelg sat, supremely blest J
And from his dark retired seat,
In notes by distance made more sweet,
Pour'd through the mellow nose his drowsy soul;
And echoing back from benches round,
Other noses join'd the sound;
■ On right,and left, the, whigledmeasure stole,
195
' Or in oue long-drawn breath, with fond delay,
Round a holy calm diffusing,
THE SESSIONS. , Love of sleep, and dreamy musing,
an ODE FOR MUSIC.
When Parliament was fresh and young,
While yet eleetioc squibs were sung,
The M.P.s throng'd to take their seats
Through London's country-leading streets,
Exulting, trembling, burning, glowing,
With patriotic zeal o'erflowing,
By turns they felt the teeming mind
To silence forced, to speak inclined ;
Till once, 'tis said, when all were fired,
Fill'd with speeches, rapt, inspired,
From the surrounding benches nigh
They strove to catch the Speaker's eye J
.And as they oft had tried apart
Lessons in the forensic art,
Each, as the Speaker ruled the hour,
Would prove his own expressive power.
First-arose his skill to try,
Mid wild abuse bewilder'd stray'd,
Accusing those in places high
Of making statesmanship a trade !
Next * * rush'd—his eye's clear fire
Told of power that lurk'd within—
In 3ome few words he squashed the liar.
And stripp'd the falsehoods bare and thin.
With woeful measures, poor Joe Hume !
Low plaintive sounds beguiled his soul,
In solemn, strange, and fearful fume,
He 8umm'd the " tottle.of the whole.'5
But thou, old boy! with tongue so glib,
What was thy expected pleasure ?
Still it cried * Bepale's the measure!"
And bid the friends of Ireland " agitate! "
Still did bis tongue that word prolong,
And now deject, and now elate,
He spoke of Erin's worth, and Erin's wrong ;
And as his eyes and hands uprose,
Each Tory's finger touch'd the scornful nose,
And Dan O'Connell smiled, and waved his Irish " sprig l "
And longer had he spoke, but, with a frown,
Lo ! Muntz impatient rose ;
In hollow yellings died away !
But, oh! how alter'd to a sprightly tone,
When -, a man of woudrous tongue,
One hand upon his waistcoat put,
By hooked thumb in armhole hung,
With sparkling eye, and firm advanced foot,
A face to Whig and Rad. well known.
The Treasury benches in the van,
The Opposition pale and wan,
Listen'd enraptured to the man ;
Dull senses even seem'd to feel surprise,
And Sleep roused up and rubb'd his drowsy eyes !
Last came Peel's ecstatic trial !
With majority advancing,
First to New Tariff laws his lore address'd,
But soon he poured from his wrath-full phial
The Income Tax, whose ease he loved the best 1
They would have thought who heard his strain
They saw in ancient Rome her saviour stand,
Amid the lyres of the Imperial band,
To the triumphant notes unwearied dancing,
While, as his pearl-white pinions swept the strings,
Joy pranced with Fear a wild fantastic round,
Plain were all profits seen, strong chests unbound
And he amid his frolic play,
As if he would some part repay,
Shook promises by thousands from his wings !
O Parliament! the people aid !
Friend of debtors ! wisdom's shade !
Why now to us, thy worth denied,
Lay'st thou thy ancient strength aside?
As in that old forensic place
You learn'd to body forth with grace I
St. Stephen's now, alas 1 for these,
Cannot recall old memories!
Is all thy ancient power dead,
And with that chapel echoes fled i
Arise ! as in that olden time,
Warm, energetic, true, sublime!
Thy speeches in that golden age
Fill many a glowing, storied page,
'Tis said, and I believe the tale,
Then an humblest speech could more prevail—
Had more of truth, and patriot rage,
Than all that linger through this age i
E'en all at once together bound,
One inane senseless world of sound !
Oh ! bid our modern M.P.s cease
This war of Party, and in Peace
Learn to sincerely legislate,
Not for themselves, but for the state.
FASHIONS FOR NOVEMBER.
Tartans will be almost universally worn ; but in schools it is not un-
j likely that stripes will be prevalent. Boys' jackets will have the customary
He stroked his bushy beard in anger down, | trimming ; and the back will be made smart by being cut on the cross
And, with a withering look, , with a thin rouleau of cane laid on rather lavishly.
A roll of Anti-Poor-law papers took, In windy weather, the hats of the gentlemen and the bonnets of tire
And told a tale so drear and dread,
Was never people's voice so full of woe I
And ever and anon he curl'd
The biggest whisker in the world :
While, as the hairs his fingers pass'd between,
Post-boy pitying Sibthorp sigh'd
Over his own eclypsed pride :
But still Muntz kept his wild uualter'd mien,
And, with its hairy wings, his seem'd a cherub's head i
Thy politics, brays Pal., to nought were fix'd,
Fiue proof of thy all-grasping mind !
With differing themes thy speeches were in-mix'd,
Now courted Whigs, and now found Tories kind.
MEETING A BILL.
With eyes fast closed, as one at rest . ladies are thrown a good deal off the head ; and we have seen a novelty
in umbrellas, the silk being curiously slit into ribbons.
The blouse is now giving way to the York coat, warranted to weigh half
an ounce ; and we have seen one or two specimens of Tweedish wrappers,
at fourteen-and-nine, which will no doubt be worn almost universally.
Rowing-shirts are disappearing fast; hut their place is, in some cases,
supplied by the blouses, which, fitting close to the skin on the Coraz£«
.principle,, are found,deairable for wear in winter.
Lord Glenelg sat, supremely blest J
And from his dark retired seat,
In notes by distance made more sweet,
Pour'd through the mellow nose his drowsy soul;
And echoing back from benches round,
Other noses join'd the sound;
■ On right,and left, the, whigledmeasure stole,