The Press. — London, England, 1853-05-14 00:00:00

THE PRESS. MAY 14, 1853. no matter what its merely commercial policy might be, the party of the Movement, regarding it as a barrier to those ulterior ob jects which you, as Whigs, had ever professed to oppose ; the section of the Peelites, with whose desire for retribution it would be hypocrisy indeed, could you affect, to sympathise :—the Irish Brigade—men, no doubt, very ardent in their patriotism. and very zealous for their faith ; but it is only to say that you were Protestants and Englishmen—to prove that with those gentlemen you could have nothing in common, unless you could be prepared to destroy any Government whatsoever to which Protestants would trust their religion and Englishmen their rights. By the help of all these divisions you might destroy Lord Derby's Administration : by remaining aloof from them you might save it. You chose the former alternative. No Deluge has yet occurred—but it seems that you have foreseen its coming ; for the Government you have helped to construct very much resembles the Ark in which crea tures of the most opposite species went in two by two. lANILICS. THE WOBURN BUCOLIC. " Et vitula to digunt, et hie." Where Woburn's Monks once hailed the Holy mod. And Whigs now prey in quite another mood. A solemn pair renowned for tiresome strains, (Long-winded rivals on Arcadia's plains), Damon and Lycidtts, did lately meet, By stealth, at old Damtetas' country seat. He gave them lodging, and he made them dine ; He fill'd their cups with might• middling wine; He bade. for party ends, their wrangling cease, And join'd their noses in the kiss of peace. DAMETAS. Friends ! (for I term you friends, your feuds laid by.) 'Tis interest prompts this interview, not I ! For who but fools and honest men maintain A barren quarrel vice mutual gain To him who most forgets, and most forgives, And least abasled by antecedents lives. This staff' of office, apt for jobs, I bring,— So banish coyness, and proceed to sing ! Blazon your special deeds ! your tires arouse ! And shake the laurels that adorn your brows. DAMON. Well 1 remember when (before the Pew) 1 sought thy ruin'd fines, dismantled Greece, When I returned a learned book was writ, — Wilkins approv'd, and Murray publish'd it. LYCIDAS. And I, collecting from my waifs and strays. Bound up a little faggot of " ESSAYS ; " " AnnoreA's NICS,"* pure child of snow and flame. I gave my country, but withheld my name. DAMON. Serenely snug on strong old Tory bench. Ere modern freaks gave ancient things a wrench, Of Foreign Policy 1 lenrn't the trick, And won the trusting heart of Metternich. LYCIDAft. Tong time I toil'd the Patriot's wreath to win, But my heart fail'd me, and my legs grew thin Kind Henven at length vouchsaf'd a wondrous cure. In six and thirty lines by Thomas Moore. DAMON. Ere Villiers spoke, or Cobden's League was horn. Or Peel had chang'd. I lov'd free trade in corn ; And thus turn'd over an enlighten'd page. Years in advance of this presumptuous age. LYCIDAS. Calrd by my line's hereditary claim. To schedule rotten boroughs—l was game ; Unshrinkingly resolved no job to spare, I left the Whigs a borough here and there. • The Nun of Arrvuca. :Murray, 1622. DAMON. When Queen Victoria o'er the waters flew To join the King of France at Cluiteau ifEn, She took me with her, great renown to win,— The King of France anti Guizot took me in. LYCLDM. I wrote to Durham's Bishop, o'er my wine. And No Surrender" breath'd in every line Cooler next morn, and less pugnacious grown. Like a wise man, I left Wiseman alone. DAMON. When vex'd Nlinorra saw the British fleet Anchoring unbidden at her poliali'd feet. Ineens'd with reason at so base a blow, I spoke my mind of Dos Pacifieo. LYCIDAR. When burly Corydon last year made free r acknowledge Louis, without leave from me, I did not leave the matter long in doubt, — But first tum'd him, and that he turn'd me out. DAM.ETAq. Cease, tuneful pair ! for, lo! the sun descent'''. And the dull day with patent candles ends. To each a separate prize my skill awards. To this the Commons' MOM', to that the Lords'. You, Damon, to our League shall give your name. At once alighting on the peak of fame ; You, Lycidas, whose pen has lately stain'd With ruthless ink whateer of Moore remaiti'd. Con over Cobbett., study Murray's page, And reappear the phumix of our age A great " Subordinate " forth to lead The Commons' House, unotlic'd and unfeed. SUBJECT von A CABTOON.—A Whig functionary and one of the Bri gade as Slender and Anne Page, one crying Mum," and the other " Budget." As OLD STORY PARAPHRASED.—An ancient joker has told the follow ing story of two rival broomsellers :—" I can't think how it is, Jens;' said one of these to his competitor, " that you always eontrive "to undersell me, though I regularly steal all my materials: " The secret," said the other, "is this—l. stoat my broows ready " made." Now, if we paraphrase this story, pro how, we have not the less in view that eminent purist, Sir John Shelley. who may thus be op portunely put upon a fresh scent. Our version runs thus : Says llayter aly, " I tell you why We thriksh von men with easo— You spend. your notes on Nieuwe' , truks, We purohuse the 111.11. s." HUE AND cnr. Gone to the diggings! the wonderful MI 111 Described ar " three men►hers" by Capt. in Macon ! ON fiEVIENT Tnrjorm J u lio's 0! itentations pat rona g e of the nuns the other evening has been regardk l as a mop to his ultra montane supporters to qualify their reminisef aces of the flavour of Ins Durham letter. But those who best know la s sentimental weaknesses have referred it to the romance of his early snurenirs. We remember how he painted " the Nun of Arrouca"—" H er eyes were not of any certain colour, and were chiefly remarkable for an expression of Noe • " bined modesty, resignation, and intelligenei !." Such remarkable eyes may have caused an inflammation which no al iplieation of Durham mus tard, however potent,. could entirely remove. There may still be some connection between their uncertain colour at id his lordship's uncertain policy. As the Humane Society say, - Latet a scintilhda Moan." MOTTO FOR TM: LTRF.TIAT. PARTY IN 111111 Horn OF COMMONS " Ndli cotta domas ; lucis habits* tus oracis.9 37 T