The Press.
London, England, 1855-04-28 00:00:00

APRIL 28, 1855.

THE PANTALOONS.

A deputation from the regiment now stationed at Brandenburg was told off and proceeded to
Potsdam to receive the old clothes of the late Czar. The King of Prussia handed them over to
sub•ofMcers chosen from the regiment for their trustworthiness, and then the deputation returned
with the bundle to Brandenburg. They found the regiment under arms at the railway station
ready to receive the graceful donation with all due enthusiasm. The old clothes were shaken
out—given to the winds, as one may say—and straightway the regiment presented arms, and the
band struck up the Russian national hymn.—Times, April 14,1655.
We're given to laugh too quickly by half
At the King of Prussia's boons,
While w•e honour• and fête and keep in high state
A pair of old Whig Pantaloons—
Johnny and Pam,
Pam and John—
A pair of old Whig Pantaloons.

The lace, perhaps (who knows), on an Emperor's clothes
May be coined into silver spoons ;
But who on this earth can discern any worth
In a pair of old Whig Pantaloons ?
Johnny and Pam,
Pam and John—
A. pair of old Whig Pantaloons.

Irreparably torn and seedy and worn
With the sittings of many moons,
Before and behind full of nothing but wind—
Such a pair of Old Whig Pantaloons !
Johnny and Pam,
Pam and John—
That pair of old Whig Pantaloons.

THE REAL OLD OLD WHIGS.
Let Peelites and dreamers cry " shufflers " and " schemers,"
And swear we've no change from poor Aberdeen'A sway,
That they hocussed him out, and turned instant about,
Under General Routine for the rations and pay.
Let them still raise their din since " the family's in,
And for noise care no pin, and for pledges no fig ;
You've had Rads high and low, but its Pam's turn to show
How sure and how slow is a real " old old Whig."

When with chivalrous fright, all his plans dusky-bright,
Fussy, jobbing Newcastlo found no one would try,
And his Grace was thrust out—were it not for the gout
Panmure could, no doubt, all his failings supply.
But, just as it is, we have still got the bliss
To hear " Peter Dick " from each quilldriving " prig " ;
Under Routine's command the automatons stand,

And the string's in the hand of a real " old old Whig."
From Vienna doth steer (where the peace is, we fear,
Not exactly quite clear) little Johnny express
With the Russian's stern " No ! "—perhaps Austria for foe,
Propositions and passports all tied in a mess.
Yet, what need he care fcr his failing affair,
It would not raise a hair of " Lord Somers's " wig?
He still is Lord John, and his force can count on
To get up a cheer for the real " old old Whig."

Then we all must rejoice in so lucky a choice
As the " friend of Democracy over the world,"
Who does nothing in place, and says nothing " with grace,"
And a wit that at foe and at friend's alike hurled.
Wood, Lewis, and Maule, and " the family" all,
To our memory recal blunt Sam Johnson the big,
Since by each escapade they but prove what he said,
That Satan himself was the first "old old Whig."

"JACK O'LANTERN."

The selection of general offieers and the number of troops were submitted by me to the
Cabinet. There was never a despatch received from Lord Raglan that I did not distribute to the
whole of the Cabinet. 1 consider certainly that all the Cabinet shared my responsibility.
It was, therefore, too late for a Cabinet Minister to retire from the Cabinet when I
met, and throw off his responsibility? (Laughter.)
I certainly should not have done so.

of the Duke of Netoea atle.

Through the marshes of mistake,
Through the fens of blunder,
Little John his way doth take,
Colleagues gaze and wonder.
Hiding now in darkness strong,
Now his rushlight glancing,
Luring the poor Duke along,
To the cliff advancing.

But before they all fall in
John his lantern quenches,
Crying, " what a grievous sin
To starve men in the trenches !"
O'er his friends' disasters whines,
Who with wonder watch him ;
Then again in office shines
Ere that Roebuck catch him,

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