The Press.
London, England, 1856-05-31 00:00:00

Prelate to popular hate, in order Ito save his own credit, and now
jauntily laughed at the churchmaz's peril. There were Lords of
Admiralty there ; but even when I was secretary, and, 'flack, saw much
to make a good man weep, did I never see such a poor creature as
their chief. A lady (very goodly, and such as I, when in the flesh,
might have loved) did ask him which way the wind set; and he pulled
out a little mariner's compass, to see, as he said. The needle chanced
to point S.S.W., and that he declared to be the quarter. I thought he
was jesting, fur the N.W. wind blowed through me; but he thought
that was the use of the compass. Then came the fires, which were
mighty fine for women and children, and much mirth there was
among the company. When the Roman candles were fired, my Lord
the Minister took off his hat to a religious colleague, of the Protestant
faith, and begged his pardon for permitting it; but methought the
other had the better, when hei)ointed out a firework—called in the
synopsis " a tremendous Jacln-the-hox "—and complimented his
noble friend on the faithful likeness. The reports of the works were
very loud, and a part of the spectacle was said to represent one of the
attacks in the war, which methought was not a theme for holiday
foolery ; but tho others thought not with me, and laughed mightily
when, at a single great bounce, the aforesaid Minister said, " That
represents Colotol * * * * * narrating his feats in the siege "
I knew not the fin, but marvelled at the ease with which some fiud
matter for mirth. At last all was over, and the company went forth to
see the illuminations, which were mighty pretty, but lacked invention;
and I did note that while many folk studied to pay honour to the
Q. and her Ally, not one person did seek to compliment her
Government, and so back to Elysium.

A NAVAL ODE.
REVISED BY LORD C—N.
Ye Mariners of England,
Who used to rule the seas,
Whose flag has furnished many a time
Allusions for M.Ps.,
The neutral standard ne'er molest
That masks a lurking foe,
But sleep on the deep
In a silly style and slow,
Though in vain your fleets blockade his ports,
And in vain your blood may flow.

The spirit of your fathers
Was really very wrong,
Their fighting was too violent,
Their measures were too strong.
So where they rode ti iumphantly
Your humbled flag shall go,
As ye sleep on the deep
In a silly style and slow,
While in vain your fleets a port blockade,
And in vain your blood shall flow.

Britannia needs no statesmen
To break her torpid sleep,
Her trust is in her Clarendon,
Her Pam she thinks is deep.
And still the views of Providence
The times shall let her know,
Till they sweep from the deep
All she treasured long ago,
And her seamen. tamed by Liberal rule,
Forget to strike a blow.

THE SWEEPS.

SOME little coincidences arose in the drawing tho sweepstakes at the
clubs before the Epsom races. The following list has been sent to us
as authentic :
Mr. James Wilson drew ...

Lord J. Russell
Mr. Vernon Smith ...
Mr Bernal Osborne
Lord Aberdeen
Mr Labouehere
Duke of Argyll
Lord Palmerston ...

Pretty Boy.
Yellow Jack.
Mr. Verdant Green.
Saucebox.
Apathy.
Flatterer.
Defiance.
Bird-in-Hand.
Blink Bonny.
Roebuck.
Clumsy.
Brother to My Lord.

Mr. Lowe ... ...
Sir James Hogg ...
Sir Charles Wood ...
Mr. C. P. Villiers ...

THE BARON BREWERY.

WE understand that a special seat at the bar of the House of Lords
will be appropriated for the use of Lord Wensleydale, and the other
life-peers that are to be, with a board over head inscribed in the usual
blue and gold letters, " Cranny and Co.'s Entire,"g