The Press.
London, England, 1856-02-02 00:00:00

THE PRESS.

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guess. (Cheers.) I tell you the aristocracy interfere in all the'',
elections. ( Yours?) Yes, mine. (Cheers.) I can tell you that a lady,
fashionably dressed, alighted last week from a cab at the door of a
worthy grocer in Lambeth, one of my warmest friends, and, alter
making some purchases, insisted on paying for the articles. lay
friend offered to make out a bill, but she said, with a meaning smile,
" No, I hate Williams, and trust never to see one brought in again."
Could he misunderstand that? And who do you think it was, going
about poisoning the minds of the electors against me ? A gent in the
establishment, who gets orders for the Opera, and therefore is
painted with the Peerage, stated at once that it was the Viscoun
the Viscountess --. I've forgot the name, but it was some 4
thing like Appledaddy—(great laughter)—but the moral's the same.
(Cheers.) I have been called a teller of cock-and-bull storieF;, but I can
tell the House that, if it does not mind, there will be a tale of a French
cock and an English bull that will make it laugh on the wrong side of
its mouth. People won't pay war taxes if the aristocracy interfere in
elections ; and then what becomes of your blessed alliance ? (Hear,
hear.) I consider, therefore, that if this war, or this negotiation, is to
be properly carried on, you must take order with the House of Peers ;
and I intend, upon an early day, to move, as an addition to the
Standing Orders, that "the same rule shall be adopted with peers as
with soldiers, and that, at elections, they shall be ordered to move
away a certain distance from any borough or county." (Shouts of
laughter.) Yes. (A voice, " Where are they to go at a general elec-
tion? ") That's their business. (Cheers.) To Prance if they like ;
they are fond enough of travelling for their own pleasure, let them
travel for our profit—" and stop away until the last writ is returned."
(Cheers.) Sir, the existence of an aristocracy is so incompatible
--
Mr llayter here begged to be allowed to move some new writs,
and the Honourable Billy deferred his larger view of the subject until
another evening.

A NEWS-LETTER
TO A COUSIN IN FOREIGN PARTS.
The news of the week you are asking,
Well, Heaven be praised ! there's nolack,
And my memory won't need much tasking
As I call the occurrences back.

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First, you know there's the Cambridge Election,
Where Walpole, the honest and true,
Is opposed by a man whose rtjection
There's no doubt of between me and you.

Have you seen a vile scurrilous letter
Mr. Denman's friends put in the Times?
You'll not wonder its taste was no better
When you learn that epistle was Pryme's.

A man—but my Terse I'll not sully
With the mention of creatures like that,
A low University Bully—
We all know what the Fellow is at.

Then you've heard of the Parliament's meeting
To give ear to the Speech of the Queen,
All our cleverest guesses defeating
To divine what her Ministers mean.

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For of course you are not so disloyal
As to deem that our Sovereign could write
A discourse so absurd and un-Royal—
'Tis the work of her Ministers quite.

'Tis they who ignore liars' existence,
Nor give Williams one word of applause,
Nor allude to the Yankees' resistance

To our blundering scorn of their laws ;

Who don't heed her colonial possessions,
And despise their true tilith to the Crown,
Nor deplore the disgraceful oppressions
Which in India her subjects grind down.
General Evans has promised a motion,
A daft one as ever I heard,
To abolish the sale of promotion,
And that merit aloile be preferred.

I don't see much sense in this bobbery,
And think that one service at least
Might be free from political jobbery,
And saved front the mark of the beast.

Then Lord Derby—l wish he'd the steerage
Of our ship in this perilous strait—
Denounces the foolish Life Peerage
Judge Parke has accepted of late.

Then the Times won't allow a fair trial
To Palmer, who's tried for his lire,
And won't hear of his counsel's denial
That he murdered his brother and wife.

Now I've finished my news and my paper,
And giv'n you the knowledge you seek ;
If my Muse has let some things escape her
You shall hear than, dear cousin, next we,

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ess. (Cheers.) I tell you the aristocracy interfere in all the
'etions. ( Yours?) Yes, mine. (Cheers.) I can tell you that a lady, f•••
hionably dressed, alighted last week from a cab at the door of a
rthy grocer in Lambeth, one of my warmest friends, and, alter
ling some purchases, insisted on paying for the articles. Ility
ud offered to make out a bill, but she said, with a meaning smile,
Zo, I hate Williams, and trust never to see one brought in again."
uld he misunderstand that? And who do you think it was, going
out poisoning the minds of the electors against me ? A gent in the
:ablishment, who gets orders for the Opera, and therefore is ac-
ainted with the Peerage, stated at once that it was the Viscountess
the Viscountess --. I've forgot the name, but it was some-
ing like Appledaddy—(great laughter)—but the moral's the same. •
'teem) I have been called a teller of cock-and-bull storieF;, but I can
1 the House that, if it does not mind, there will be a tale of a French
:!k and an English bull that will make it laugh on the wrong side of
• mouth. People won't pay war taxes if the aristocracy interfere in •
.ctions ; and then what becomes of your blessed alliance ? (Hear,
tr.) I consider, therefore, that if this war, or this negotiation, is to
properly carried on, you must take order with the House of Peers ;
d I intend, upon an early day, to move, as an addition to the •
anding Orders, that "the same rule shall be adopted with peers as
th soldiers, and that, at elections, they shall be ordered to move
ay a certain distance from any borough or county." (Shouts of
vizier.) Yes. (A voice, " Where are they to go at a general elec-
n? ") That's their business. (Cheers.) To France if they like ; '
are fond enough of travelling for their own pleasure, let them " •
for our profit—" and stop away until the last writ is returned."
peers.) Sir, the existence of an aristocracy is so incompatible
--
Mr Hayter here begged to be allowed to move some new writs, L..
d the Honourable Billy deferred his larger view of the subject until
other evening.
A NEWS-LETTER
TO A COUSIN IN FOREIGN PARTS.
The news of the week you are asking,
Well, Heaven be praised ! there's nolack,
Aud my memory won't need much tasking
As I call the occurrences back.
First, you know there's the Cambridge Election,
Where Walpole, the honest and true,
Is opposed by a man whose rejection
There's no doubt of between me and you. •
Have you seen a vile scurrilous letter
Mr. Denman's friends put in the Times?
You'll not wonder its taste teas no better •
When you learn that epistle was Pryme's.
A man—but my verse I'll not sully
With the mention of creatures like that,
A low University Bully—
We all know what the Fellow is at.
Then you're heard of the Parliament's meeting
To give ear to the Speech of the Queen,
All our cleverest guesses defeating
To divine what her Ministers mean.
For of course you are not so disloyal
As to deem that our Sovereign could write
A discourse so absurd and un-Royal—
'Tis the work of her Ministers quite.