The Press.
London, England, 1853-12-24 00:00:00

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The Trite British Spirit appears, and pronounces the Charm :
Go forth, ye twelve, and for a little hour Shall glide around, a graceful Columbine.
Do every kind of mischief in your power. Comb' Kail, ar I I '1111.11.0011, amuse the town ;
You, Netherby, so quick to shift your skin, And you, my tricky Littlejohn, as Clown.
Shall sport about a large-ish Harlequin ; Now, do your worst—you've nought to be afraid of;
While you, soft Badstone, with your postures fine, And let John Bull dineover what youre made or
Ha !ha ! Here we all are ! The Rally. Now for fun, and as much of it as eau be managed.
SCENE IN CANADA.

Sledging. Enter Columbine. Now for mischief! Here comes a Parson in his Sledge. Stop him ! (let him into talk. and suddenly upset
him. Hope the rabble wont pick his pockets. Dear me ! will they ? What a shame! On we go !

THE SEA! THE SEA!!
Lighthouse seen. Vessel making., signals of distress. Wanted a Pilot. Harlequin puts out, and promises to manage the. Pilotage.
" Pilot, your Honour?" " Yes ; but I shall only pay you half your due." • " ery sorry, sir ; but it's life and death work." 1
don't care. Crack—the Ship strikes! What a pity ! On we go!,

MR. ISSACHAR ABEDNEGO'S SHOP IN THE MINORIES.

Enter Clown. An old friend of mine, ell ? How tie do, Issachar?

Wouldn't you liko to he an M.P. ? Come along.

Scene ehanyes to

HOUSE OF LORDS.

Clown dances in, followed by Abednego with his hat on. Presently his hat flies out at the door, RIM himself after it. great fun for Clown.
But he suddenly sees a 'Alward, "City Election," and—down he goes.

CHARITY SCHOOL AND COLLEGE QUADRANGLE.

Enter Clown, and finds some little boys playing marbles. " Oh, you young rascals to school !" Ain't got none, air. " Give me a
penny, each of you, and I'll put you to school." Ain't got none, sir. " (ict out with you ! I won't be bothered with you till next year.
I want to call on my friend Dr. tireat-Go. Pops into Quadrangle. llow are you, Doctor? I low old are you—Why did you marry
your present wife—How much money had she—How have you made your will ? Let me see your banker's book—Let me read your
letters. Clown is kicked out, and—On we go !_ _

HULL OF A CONVICT SHIP.
Enter Littleworth. Grand Hornpipe in Fetters, at the end of which Littleworth lets the convicts out of the vessel, and turns them loose.
Terrible riot and general confusion. On we go !
LANDSCAPE SCENE IN IRELAND, WITH COTTAGE.
Enter Landlord, asking for Rent. Tenant tires blunderbuss nt Min. Exit Landlord, who tuns against Pantaloon. " make it all right.
You pay your tenant for taking care of your house, and he'll pay you rent for living in it. landlord knocks Pantaloon down, anti
Tenant jumps upon him, and—On we go !
r.MERCHANT'S COUNTING HOUSE.

Enter Columbine. who goes up to the Merchant, and takes a great interest in his ('asl►-box. Advises lam t ► take care and put up him money
safely, and shows him how ;—then snatches up his purse, and snakes oft You'll have it a..ptin in Ist►." But where's the money you
put away for me ? " Oh. that's ►►t the bottom of the South Sea. lla! ha! Awl on we go !
VIEW OF THE GOLDEN HORN AND CONSTANTINOPLE GENERALLY.

The Fiend approaches, disguised. Pantaloon sees him, and they exchange reeognition. "I mu going to tire the city." All i i!zlit. Awl I'll
cut the hose of the engines. Enter the (:cilium of the Cabinet. " What are you at r Oh, nothing ; only a joke. I;c ott!" l'untsloon
begs his friend may not be addressed so roughly—he's a Mall of honour. The genius departs in a rage. Pantaloon bawls after him,
Yah ! you Tory !" and the Fiend is just setting fire to a train, when a tremendous crash is heard, and the True British Spirit appears.
Clouds—and, when they draw up,
THE BRITISH FLEET
is seen firing upon the Demon Vessels. and sinking them in all directions. Fiend clasps Pantaloon. and they sink. Harlequin
throws Millis disguise. and declares that it is the noblest thing ever done. The others run off; and, with general acclamation and
illumination, is welcomed the

DESTRUCTION OF THE COALITION, AND TRIUMPH OF BRITISH POLICY.
IivANT REGIA'A ET PRINCEPS, NO MONEY RETURNED.