The Press. — London, England, 1856-06-14 00:00:00

THE PRESS. k._ "~.f. .- .v -~,r . ORPHEUS. Mad wag as ever. What I mean to say Was, that I would not spoil my Jason's pleasure By telling him beforehand whom he'd meet. But mystery 'twist two friends is out of place— Expect ITALIA'S GENIUS. JASON. Still I float Upon a sea of doubt, without a bottom. ORPHEUS. Strike out for shore, for here the wonder comes. Enter MEDEA. [She is magnificently dressed, and after the most graceful salutation to the guests, she turns and encounters JAsoN. MEDEA. What do I see ? What do mine eyes behold ? Is it a basilisk, or Demogorgon, Or some abhorred Chimera from the pit Of all ungodly Phantasms 7 Hence ! Avaunt ! No, stay, that I may rend thee limb from limb, And cast the fragments out at yonder window. OaellEus. Madam, I never think a lady wrong, But if it suited you to draw it mild My friend might look less flabbergasted. MEDEA. He ! Dost call that thing thy friend? Then, by the Styx (A fitting oath, for of the sticks thour't one), Thou shalt precede thy friend to yonder stones. Lls about to annihilate ORPHEUS, but he gets behind a sofa. What—is it so—nay then, for thee ! [Rushes at JASON, but he gels behind a table. Medea! MEDEA. False basilisk, for that is what you are, I'm not Medea, so don't call me so. I am ITALIA, and I make demand Why, aftez all your promises and vows, Your oaths to cherish me, and give me freedom, You have betrayed, deserted, and deceived me. I'll tear you limb from limb, as I have stated— Whether before or after explanation JASON. To me is immaterial—speak, or die ! JASON. With your permission, then, I'd rather speak. NUDE/L. Speak, then, and tell me, am I not most wretched, Deluded by your vows, and now condemned To chains whose clank doth sting my ear to madness? Where is the freedom which you promised me When this last war began? Am I not worse Enslaved than ever, while the hateful Hapsburg Hath his dark hoof upon my neck, and priests Gibber about me with their mockeries, And you, in whom I trusted, you declare " This is no time to alter those arrangements "? Deceptive, hollow, shuffling, cringing man, Thus I devote thee to the infernal gods For an infernal humbug. Wilt not speak ? JASON. If I might venture on a single word— MEDEA. No, you may not. There's naught that you could say That would not make you blacker than you arc By adding cowardice to treachery. Therefore, be strangled, wretch, imprimis. Come. JASON. Yet, at all risks, if you would let me speak, I :ould prefer it. EDEA. Am I not deserted ? • sox. How could I help it? EDEA. How, thou beaten spaniel? (S niel's a thing that came from Spain, as you did) W. at the Congress, where the various nations M to decide the European question, Was I forgotten? Did I l say forgotten? No, I was not. Cavour took care of that ; He loved me well. JASON. He was a precious bore. MEDEA. Dost thou abuse him, traitor? But I see, Thou would'st ride otf from answer. 'Twill not do. Once more I ask thee why I was betrayed? JASON. Don't say betrayed, it is an ugly word. MEDEA. And you're an ugly man. JASON. You did not think so, Or say so, always, Italy. MEDEA. I own it. Your promises before the war were fair, And from them shone a certain graciousness Reflected in your face, but they are broken, And you're a monster. In your favorite pipe Deposit that, and fumigate the same. JASON. We had the Russian business on our hands, And Buol made himself so very useful Where we kept blundering, that annoying Austria (As pleading in your cause had done, you know) Was not a thing to think of. Don't you see it? MEDEA. I only see that lam tricked and cheated, And trampled down. JASON. It's really for your good. MEDEA. Insult on injury ! But I'll have my vengeance, Mark me. I—snared, betrayed Italia, I'll be your ruin. Do not dare to smile. I speak your doom. No lie shall prosper long; And all your policy has been a lie, And an atrocious one. Your doom is said ! In the meantime— (As she is about to rush upon JASON dinner is announced.) ~...r.r+++Y' THE LAST OF THE RADICALS. At the Club which is called the " Reform," • In that which was once a white hat, r 0 atiT ; 4.;;41.1(1 The last of the Radi ca l swarm, The very last Radical sate. Ali .9110 'CMS ,• His comrades had ca ug ht th e Whi g ro t , orlt ni , tedv . His party had melted away, (ilWalib 41 And, like the last Minstrel of Scott, •, i r; ( .1 He trolled this remarkable lay:— • risAst " A change has come over these walls ",;7• 1 -•rfi With the change which has whitened my brow, For where in these Radical halls, Oh ! where are the Radicals now ? " Oh ! where are the Durhams and Greys, The Warburtons, Att woo d s , an d E warts? ; The cause of Reform i n th ese d ays r Aka xcp tr.AI ARIL' Is as dead as the cause of the Stuarts. " Our Broughams, our Bulwers, our Wards, Our Grahains to others belong ; Our Wakleys are civil to Lords, Our Bowrings are gone to Hong-Kong. The maxims of Hume are derided, Whittle Harveys with jarvies dispute, Tho grunts of our Muntz have subsided, The bunkum of Duncombe is mute. " Of their juniors, in truth, little use We hope of their talents to make ; Our Tite for example's as loose As Paxton our glazier's opaque. " Bernal Osborne is sparing of gibes So long as he's sure of his sty per; And Horsman, as Horace describes, Rides off with dark care on his crupper. !,bll, " Sir Joshua Walinsley was one •vp Who we thought would go in with good will; —1 ' l 'l ". But he waited for wind and fo r sun, um And Joshua's sun has stood still. I " 1 : t - . ' I ST f...littii . 11) /:3511 " The Horse Guards indignantly rung --.ln bn.a As Layard bayed out in his dolour ; , But they squeezed the worm out of his tongtufrosionfirsi And put " Panmure "on his collier. noibiai N t m 615111 A " Tom Phinn and the Tommilike Covbi l " If aka Have gone straight enough to theiewi ; The Tommies are found with the And the Phinns arc attached to the nehde. • Va Air( an " Tho anti-sinecure stormers Partake in the sinecure sport, Five and twenty Financial Reformers •'d Are looking for places at Court. " Let Lambeth be put on its guard, For Williams himself is debating, Aud dangles his calico yard In hopes to be Gold Stick-in-Wai " Deplore for the Radical cause An omen of treasons and hiehes, When washes his paws And tries to remember his H's. " As for Berkeley. it's thought in his He mutters, " What folly the Ballot As for Milnes, lie is growing too fat To care for Oppressed Nationalk " Thus Italy lingers in chains, r t ;.! Circassia is left to be crush'd, f lue h oljoeu And Clarendon's been at some pains 3 . That Belgium's press may be litish'd. " We're down upon Jonathan, too, 4~~rt vies Di Yet no Philo-Jonathan sore is; , tt,),l4,ippo It suffices to have place in view t; And to keep out the place-hunting Toriet..l tiliP 1.1 On( f .111. u;d .srlq his .~ ift• I*-ttl 4 •fit !bid " This policy, bred of alarms, By prospect of rations diverted, Surrenders our flags and our arms In the camp we have meanly deserted...:.! " Oh ! policy only in name, Which leaves us in sight of the nation . „ 4, To dry up the tears of our shame ~/.. With the rags of our lost reputation.' ,„,, Thus warbled this ancient of days `I I While sullenly supping his toddy ' This type of a long-vanished phase, This limb of an atrophied body. As I thus heard this last of iis race Recount his remarkable story, I thanked my poor stars to his face I was and continue a Tory. , A 1... rt i'P L stir) 9 1 . . J UN E 14, 1856. THE PRESS. 565 ORPHEUS. Mad wag as ever. What I mean to say THE LAST OF THE RADICALS Was, that I would not spoil my Jason's pleasure • By telling him beforehand whom he'd meet. At the Club which is called the " Reform," • But mystery 'twixt two friends is out of place-- In that which was once a white hat, Expect ITALIA'S GENIUS. The last of th e R a di ca l swarm, . , , I i n 1i,..)(4110q asT ; JASON. Still I float The very last Radical sate. ~.+.l ALI .91:10 'CMS Upon a sea of doubt, without a bottom. His comrades had caught the Whig rot, ' l . " di rl ... 9 . 41w c ~ • ORPHEUS. Strike out for shore, for here the wonder co mes . His party had melted away, ,f; , r; ' 01wildni Enter MEDEA. And, like the last Minstrel of Scott, •, i ft ( .1 ,itlill -LAW!! . ' [She is magnificently dressed, and after the most graceful salutation to the He trolled this remarkable lay : . • 1ic..01 2 (111 Walla! guests, she turns and encounters JASON. " A change has com e over t h ese wa ll s nt ~••i- . 0 1 , 1.14 , ,i MEDEA. What do I see? What do mine eyes behold? With the change which has whitened my brow, Is it a basilisk, or Demogorgon, For where in these Radical halls, Or some abhorred Chimera from the pit Oh ! where are the Radicals now ? Of all ungodly Phantasms 7 Hence ! Avaunt ! No, stay, that I may rend thee limb from limb, " Oh ! where are the Durhams and Greys, And cast the fragments out at yonder window. The Warburtons, Attwoods, and Ewarts? I ORPHEUS. Madam, I never think a lady wrong, Th e cause o f R e f orm i n these days ;'' r .i 1 ~ But if it suited you to draw it mild Is as dead as the cause of the Stuarts. . 44 ".• My friend might look less flabbergasted. MEDEA. He ! " Our Broughams, our Bulwers, our Wards, Dost call that thing thy friend? Then, by the Styx Our Grahams to othe rs b e l ong ; tiaP (A fitting oath, for of the sticks thour't one), Our Wakleys are civil t o L or d s , Thou shalt precede thy friend to yonder stones. Our Bowrings are g one t o H ung K ong. Lls about to annihilate ORPHEUS, but he gels behind a sofa. The maxims of Hume are derided, , What—is it so—nay then, for thee ! Whittle Harveys with jarvies dispute, -Ills [Rushes at JASON, but he gels behind a table. Tho grunts of our Muntz have subsided, 1,0 JASON. Medea! The bunkum of Duncombe is mute. ~.. , - , ,,, , ,,i, .wriq . MEDEA. False basilisk, for that is what you are, " : I•4us I'm not Medea, so don't call me so. and I make demand Of their juniors, in truth, littl e use I am ITALIA We hope of their talent s t o ma k e ; ..ft , Why, after all your promises and vows, Our Tite for example's as loos e .1, . .'. ia ri, +r .N.A 'A J As Paxton our glazier's op aque . Your oaths to cherish me, and give me freedom, , You have betrayed, deserted, and deceived me. " B erna l O s b orne i s spar i ng o f g ib es t it I'll tear you limb from limb, as I have stated— So long as h e ' s sure o f hi s sty per; . ~ , A f_rl Whether before or after explanation And Horsman, as Horace describes, - , - " ",. ', - I Trl• _1 LIP -.l_ _l_ I T.. 000 ;0 “vl2l,chtdll44lll-ellnal- /lie /11i11 ~. , A lta ii'l whfuti .tIJ 'i 1.. ,:boil tint otfi, .t.tio - .. 4,, J ., n•tii.i, NB tit filjlslos g , ' ill iliall'atii.gil:fliil .. . . alkl.lllolli Jill •i :111 .. 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