The Press. — London, England, 1853-07-23 00:00:00

THE PRESS. JULY 23, 1853. I believe to have been quite possible, and so have become a Crystal Camp, I think it would have been more in the spirit of the age. Lord PALMERSTON : The opinion of my colleagues seems to have considerably changed since our last meeting. Mine is unaltered. Let me, however, remind you that our position is not so easy as some imagine. If peace at any price were our policy, it would Piave been wise for us not to have interfered as much as we have done. We should have proclaimed confidence in the Emperor, not confessed dis trust. Our fleet is in the Turkish waters. We may compromise our• selves seriously with our allies of France, who have behaved with fidelity and spirit. If we waver now it is not likely that the Emperor of Russia will be more inclined to recede. If we withdraw our ships, Russia triumphs and France is betrayed. The Earl of ABERDEEN : My Lords and Gentlemen, I hesitate not to tell you that there exists between the Emperor of Russia and myself a secret understanding. It has existed now for more than a quarter of a century. It will aid us. I have taken steps that it shall. The Emperor must have his way ; but, for my sake, ho will do his best to save our honour. As for France, I cannot sacrifice the associations of 1818 for a parvenu dynasty and a mushroom throne. [At this moment a knocking at the door announces that a despatch has arrived from Baron BnuNow.l THE PRIEST'S DOUBLE-BARREL. " I have been credibly informed, and I have no reason to doubt the fa't, that, when the candidate whom they supported waa going into the town to be nominated, he waa told that there were waiting for him, at his entrance into► the town, a mob of 2,01 K) people, headed by a priest with a double-barrelled gun." ( Roar* of laughter.)—Lord Palmerston on the AY lige Election. Ay ! " roars of laughter,"—excellent fun, At the dick of the *sacerdotal gun, And his Reverence wanting two shots for one ! In another mood, and at other seasons, We could give one or two indifferent reasons Why a Priest, provided with gun and cartridge, Should regard a Protestant much as a partridge, Or be even ready to blaze at all comers, From PALMERSTON down to PATRICK SOMERS. We let him off this time for better game, Professing a more illustrious aim Than to write a quite superfluous carol On an Irish Priest and his double-barrel. It is little to us if we hit or miss'd him, Provided we once expose the system' Which upholds a Priest, in exalted places, With his double-barrel full in our faces. Such a Priest there is ; and over us all, Gentle or simple, great or small, At the Council Board—on the steps of the Throne— ln the crowded "House," or all alone, There stands that Priest ! and—(this is our quarrel) — The Cabinet serves for his Double-barrel. " His double-barrel"! 10, GLADSTONE cries ; Yes, my Oxford friend—does it cause you surprise This is proveably true ; " put this in your pipe"— Your Oxford school are quick at a " typo " ; And you see, or, at least, you ought to see, That this is a type of your Ministry. A double-barrel !—of dubious sort ; We speak it in earnest, not in sport ; With either trigger in strict command, Obedient to the priestly hand. When WISEMAN triumphs over the law, Your liEoox discharges &feu de joie; If " Protestant Boys " arc desired to chime in. Then JOHNNY blows off' his Protestant priming. While your PAM flashes forth a patriot hope, NEWCASTLE explodes On behalf of the Pope. For Altar and Crown, in his sullen sort, ABERDEEN makes a thin and heavy report ; And then, to please the Republican clan, BERNAL OSBORNE emits his flash in the pan. A revolving barrel is your JEMMY GR,EME, And you've trouble enough to keep him clean. You, yourself, Mr. GLADSTONE, are not quite true, And we've known you shoot a little askew ; Though in one thing you're all of you warranted—" dead," If you cover the Pope to shoot over his head. Thus it happens perversely, as we deplore, While each, as suits his particular bore— Whether rusty or polished, or quick or slow, Or mainly for use, or mainly for show, Is going off here, and going off there, Beneath our feet or up in the air. In all ways and fashions, foul or fair — Conjointly—(and this, as wo said, is our quarrel) You are stamped and known as the Popes Double-barrel. If your owner supposes he prowls unseen, We can plainly discern where his track has been ; We know that he nibbed your Premier's pen, When he coaxed your MONSHLL back again. 'Twas he who accorded the culprit's boon To Father BURKE and Father CIATNE 7WM he who pestered Lord ST. GERMANS To dispense with Dr. WHATELEY'S sermons— 'Tis he who our gracious Queen displaces, Who dictates laws—distributes Owes, And even plumes his growing pinion To tithe and toll in her dominion. We grant that your services are his due, Who formed the Brigade which created you. But for their help, Lord DERRY still Had been doing his gracious Sovereign's will— But for their help, your factious band Were long since scattered throughout the laud. If you, in return for the help so lent, Have become their master's instrument — If all your barrels deliver true Only as he—le Pape le vent — For his behalf (the presumptuous Priest) Our desire is this—to say the least, A desire which cordially we have nurst— May he sta►ul near enough when the barrels horst ! (The " Letter of a Silent Member," in type, ia unavoidably poatpoued till met weekl [specimen Page of a new Volume l's the greet Whig Ilisteetaml NCOTLAND AND MACAULAY. NORTH %num, during this session, weft evidently fermenting ffir that extraordinary rebellion which, beginning by restoring the Border, and rerunning the heraldry of Scotland, terminattil in snatching the biographic Campbell Item the benches o f an alien J u Lt ` aristocracy, and placing him on the Scottish throne with the title of John the Plain. The signs of the times were rife with warning, but there lacked an eye to read them. The whole head was sick and the whole heart was faint. At home, Scotland was groaning under Southern injurietc, abroad, she was smarting under Saxon insult. Her palaces were in nuns. A stick wonld have gone through the door of Holyrood, and indeed it did nearly give way under the tread of a Lord Advocate. The tithes of her Mint and the pew.renta of her Cumming were spent in the English metomolie, and, though the in• toxication prevalent in the Scottish capitals was shown far to exceed that in London, all southern assistance was refused to the northern police. Thu lion of Scotland ramped in gold upon the imperial banner, but him tail was turned the wrong way, and was four inches too short for dignity. In the British Commons, the veteran patriot, John Mac. gregor, who not unwarrantably claimed the original invention of the policy of Tamworth, was counted out several times during the mission, while the metropolitan press habitually refused to report more than seven out of the ten peroratio n s appended to each of his speeches by the indefinite Hume. Charles Wood (gody exulted that Fox Manic had been removed front the Commons, and imagined that his satiafie Lion was justified by the fact that it was not isolated. But those who indicted vainly believed that their ea Mennen would be shared by those who endured. Nor was this marvellous, while the ablest sons of Scotland were faint in their responses t, ► her cries. The mighty Ma. Natality nightly strode down, like the Philistine giant, to the front of battle, but it was not to fight for his cot sultry, nor even to raise one of those Achillean shouts which in other days had turned the day for Whiggery. Scotland asked a home for leer Master of the Mint, while Afaeattlay was demanding a seat for the English Master of the Bolls. Scotland required her own Exchequer, tihile her elludian was fide• logising the collector of lloggletWollan Scotland was praying justice for an established Kirk, while her Admirat)lel'richton wan legislating for a Free Pagoda. Nor, when forced int , ) her service, was Babington o ther than one who docth the work negF.gently. Edinburgh clamoured to be relieved front a tax which suppert(d eighteen ministers whom her rabble declared they were reluctant to 1 my. Macaulay proclaimed the tax a great grievance, which had led bloisisheil, and he struck Mr three of the ministers, leaving fifteen, shuffled the tax, and compared himself to O'Connell. The insurer ction broke out. The Scotch applied to Vice• Chancellor Stuart, a a the lineal descendant of their kings, to come and reign over the• m, a motion which he instantly refused with coats. They then sou gid Lord Censplwll, who, being a good arithmetician, told them that It is two coronets were worth infinitely more than their one crown, but Mu d if they would consent to take the house in the Kensington-road, air d the unsold copies of the " Lives of the Chancellors , " at a Wu,/ ion, he hod just au objecting'. So a I