The Press. — London, England, 1856-06-28 00:00:00

Forget not Pcel There us Fred : honoured give his portrait Around let tape of deepest red Its loved official lustre shed place; Upon that intellectual face. And Clarendon,—there bid him shine By him whose name alone he copies; And there let Lewis seem to twine His "Flowers of History" (mostly poppies). Of course we can't omit Bob Lowe. And like his measures, nobly free From all originality, So let his pictured costume show : With here a patch, and there a garment, And all (howe'er the wearer try To hide it) set so much awry, 'Tis plain that not for him they are meant. So poor the cheat that if we like we Can, by the rule of suum claque, To warn a future generation, Raise Cairns above his reputation. Argyll, too, must the scene illume, Life size (which won't take too much room). And Osborne—make his vision bright With some fresh spark of saucy fun ; And then upon the picture write " The Parturition of a Pun." Enthrone Hibernian Monsell high, Great chief of military mystics ; While round his head disordered fly Unnumbered figures and statistics, As rocket-sparks fall fast and thick in bright confusion—round a stick. Depict great Pan in act to rally on Some petted, polyglott battalion, Or using his official pen To put down mere militiamen, Writing (in German text) on high, " N.B. No English need apply." Yes, range them there, that Liberal band, — The gallery, we understand, Is formed to nourish emulation ; And who, oh who, could not be bold To hope for greatness when he's told " These were the rulers of the nation "? PAM TO ITALY. (WITH THE SARDINIAN LOAN.) List, land of my love, and forget One moment the Austrians and French, While I swear you're as dear to me yet (Almost) as the Treasury Bench. Take, sweetest, the gift I inclose I'm proud and delighted to send it, Since you're far too discreet to suppose That I mean to allow you to spend it. Yes, yours is my trust and support, As I've proved by my recent profession That I'd cut you uncommonly short If you gave the least sign of aggression. It may be you shrink from my name While the rankling remembrance yet lingers How I managed with Liberty's flame To burn every aspirant's fingers. Yet put up your sword, and attend In peace to the words of your betters ; While I earnestly beg (as a friend) You'll discard your aversion to fetters. With you, if you never will strike, I'll promise to conquer or fall ; So you really can do what you like— Provided it's nothing at all. ROEBUCK TO THE RESCUE. THE first meeting of the reorganised Administrative Reform Associa tion took place at the London Tavern on Saturday last. The attend ance was not very numerous, but highly select, and when we mention that there were upon the platform such men as Mr. Tite, the Bath brick ; Mr. Murrough, the New Inn Demosthenes; Dr. Michell, the Bodmin ‘Esculapius; and Meer Jaffir Ali, the illustrious nabob together with a number of other persons who intend to become cele brated, we shall best refute the unfair and sarcastic remark, attributed to Lord Palmerston, namely, that the Administrative Reformers are " ambitious nobodies." Mr. ROEBUCK took the chair. He said that the Administrative Reform Association had hitherto been composed of jackasses —(cheers)—but that all that was going to bo altered. He would let, the world know something of his mind. Up to this time the Association had done nothing except return Mr. Tite, who had also done nothing. Now, if they pleased, they must go to work in earnest. Nothing could be so base and contemptible as the House of Commons except, perhaps, the House of Lords, which he never could name without expectorating. (Cheers.) He would say nothing against the Monarchy, at least not then. It might be that hereafter the Associa tion might play the part of Oliver Cromwell, but he was not disposed to promise that for the present session. And when the time came, he would behave liberally to the Sovereign, who was not answerable for having been made the type of a ridiculous feudalism. But as for the House of Commons, it ought to be kicked, and one of the earliest motions he should submit would be that a deputation from the Association should attend in the lobby of the House, and kick every member as he went in. He was for fundamental reform, and no compromise. (Cheers.) Mr. NIORLEY said that no doubt the old Association had made a dreadful hash of their work, but the new one had risen like a Phcenix from its hashes. He considered that everything went wrong in the country, and that it was all owing to the aristocracy. He was very much disgusted to think that he himself bore the same name as an earl, though they were no relations, and he believed that it had been the cause of every blunder he had made in the course of his life. He would change his name, but that would involve a payment of nearly a hundred pounds to the bloated aristocrats who issued the Queen's Letters Patent. Ho was very sorry that General Williams had received money and a title, although he deserved them, because had he been left unrewarded and neglected, he would have been an illustra tion of the way real merit is treated, and, besides, he believed that General Williams would now become an aristocrat like the rest. He should be happy to help Mr. Roebuck to save the country. (Cheers.) Mr. JACOB BELL said the real secret of our misfortunes was that our elections were not conducted with purity, and that wealthy people, haughty lords, or rich tradesmen, availed themselves of their money to obtain seats in Parliament for which they were in no degree qualified. He was by no means sure that it was not the duty of a patriot to encounter such persons with their own weapons, and to bribe the electors for their own good. Mr. T. WALL, a working man, said that Mr. Roebuck was un common like old Joey Hume. Not precisely in size, for Joey was a fine big figure of a man ; whereas Mr. Roebuck— The CHAIRMAN protested against this line of argument, and threatened to turn the speaker out of the mom if he persisted. Mr. MURROUGH said that the Association would soar through the emulcent—he meant effulgent—horizon, shedding a thousand odours from its dewy wings, and striking dismay ani chaos into the withering hearts of the antibilious—he meant atrabilious—enemies of freedom and enlightenment. The Nabob of SMUT said that he had not much fault to find with the House of Commons, for that they were likely to do him justice against the India Company; but he had come there, having been told that he should hear some noble orators. He had heard a good deal of what was called in his own language bosh. (Sensation.) Mr. TITE said that he had not been so entirely useless as had been insinuated, although he had not been able to do all that might have been expected. Even in the House of Commons he bad been successful in promoting amendments. In the room where members washed their hands one of the waste-pipes had been choked up, and the water would not go down from the basin. He had not directed the pipe to be cleared—no, that was what Routine would have done, but he had sent out for a penny cane, and poked it down with his own hand. He had also invented an edge to the washhand-stand, so that the soap could not slip off upon one's boots; and to a strong opinion which he had pronounced about a cesspool, he attributed the fact that the bricklayers had been sent for. (Cheers.) Dr. MICHELL said that he might not be the wisest man in the world, but he saw enough in the House of Commons to convince hint that it did not represent the people of England. Whv, he had only to utter twelve words there, and the House burst out laughing at him. (Cheers.) Mr. Disraeli had talked of the " magic prestige of prescrip tion," but he would tell Mr. Disraeli that, being a doctor, he knew► something about prescriptions, and he should like to physic the House of Commons. (Cheers.) Mr. NIECHI said that he would do anything he could to shave —no, save—the country, and he thought a good deal might be done by papier mache and liquid guano ; at least, he had done very well with those articles, and he spoke as he found. He would take that oppor tunity of mentioning that, in his opinion, a purchaser would prefer one of his razors to one of Mr. Mappin's, against whom, however, be had no charge to make. Mr. ROEBUCK said that if they had nothing better to say, they had best take themselves off. He would manage the business, and when he wanted them again he would let them know. He then moved and seconded a vote of thanks to himself, acknowledged the compliment, and went away in an unusually good temper. LOQUITUR EAST INDIA PROPRIETOR. Shilly-shally with poor Ali, Pay Meer Jaffir with mere chaff ; What's a landless Nabob's rally ? Them us win can laugh. The figure's big ! well ! 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