The Press.
London, England, 1854-12-16 00:00:00

DECEMBER 16, 1854.

THE PRESS.

THE

WESTMINSTER OUTFITTERS.
N.B.—No connection with E. Mates and Son.

How choice the display of the Government mart !
How vast its profusion of talent and art !
At its Downing•street depot the public will find
Such a splendid assortment by fancy designed
For the head, for the feet, for the belly and back,
That if, strange to think of, an ARMY should lack,
Their wants will all vanish on viewing the show
Of the eminent outfitters, Herbert and Co.

Considering their stock both of woollen and flannel,
Of under and over coats going down the Channel;
Their mittens of sealskin and Buffalo hides,
Their socks and their drawers, and their stockings besides ;
The hareskins and bearskins they have on their shelves
(The calfskins, of course, they retain for themselves) ;
A shivering ARMY would instantly glow
At the sight of the totals of Herbert and Co.

The wounded, at least, are insured from disaster,
By fifteen long miles of the best sticking-plaister ;
And those who are shot will cease to be quakers,
When they hear that of lint there are thirty six acres ;
The gruel, the surgical comforts and stores,
The ships full of bandages sailing by scores,
Make the great game of battle a sham and a show,
Which is nothing beside that of Herbert and Co.

As for bedding, why will the sick lie on the floor,
When of beds for each case at least there are four
Why will they persist in enduring the worst,
When this plentiful stock was at hand from the first?
Why will they perversely despair and then die
In sight and in reach of this famous supply
Let them rise from their graves, their approval to show
Of the eminent outfitters, Herbert and Co.

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THE SUM OF LORD JOHN'S SPEECH ON
THE AUSTRIAN TREATY.
( See Debate of Tuesday Night )

" Now, this I advance,
You may see at a glance,
That though England and France,
In a different zone,
Have no reason to fear,
Yet Vienna so near
Would look very queer
If the Russians came on.

" Yet for many a day,
Though so deep in the play,
Would not Austria say
To whose aid she would come.
But I'm glad that at last
Her dead silence has passed,
And her stake in she'll cast
With—l don't quite know whom.

" The treaty we planned,
That I hold in my hand,
Which, if I understand—
And I don't say I do—
Will bind her thus far,
That, should she go to tear,
She'll fight us or the Czar,
But she tron't.fight the two."

TO MARKET GARDENERS AND OTHERS.

HER Majesty's Government are prepared to receive tenders for the
immediate supply of any quantity of autumnal cabbage•leaves, in the
state of decomposition adapted for the requirements of the German
Legionaries, about to be embodied. Contributions are also solicited
from private gardens, with a view to lighten the estimates for the
ensuing year. N.B. That after the 25th inst., the Duke of Newcastle
will not be prepared to receive any further additions to his stock of
pickling vinegar.

A SONG FOR THE GERMAN LEGION.

(Ant—Oh! The Roaat Beef of Old England.)
Now England's exhausted—her powers decayed,
Her Russell ashamed, and her Herbert dismayed,
A Legion of Germans is coming to aid.
Sing, Oh ! the sour krout of our England,
And, Oh! the new English sour krout.

Herr Schneider, Herr Sniffel, Herr Snort, and Herr Snores,
They're coming by units, they're coming by scores,
They're coming by regiments—throw open the doors.
Sing, Oh ! the sour krout of our England,
And, Oh ! the new English sour krout.


The old British Lion is looking so shy,
With his tail 'twixt his legs, and affright in his eye ;
The Austrian Eagle's the bird that can fly.
Sing, Oh ! the sour krout of our England,

And, Oh! the new English sour krout.
As the Hapsburger boasts that the game is now his,
While Abby says " 'don't," but Johnny says "'tie,"
Roast beef is going out, and polonies is ris.
Sing, Oh! the sour krout of our England,
And, Oh! the new English sour krout.

It's fitting that Germans should put ue to shame,
And, if we aro playing the Austrian game,
That Germans should fight and be paid for the same.
Sing, Oh ! the sour krout of our England,
And, Oh! the new English sour krout.

When Germany profits by Englishmen's need,
When, thanks to the Peelites, we're running to seed,
When Prussia and Austria toss for the lead,
Sing, Oh ! the sour krout of our England,
And, Oh! the new English sour krout.

It's time that the Germane should bring us relief,
That Abby should be their Commander-in-Chief,
And Herbert and Pelham should bring them to grief.
Sing, Oh! the sour kront of our England,
And, Ohl the new English sour krout.

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