The Press.
London, England, 1854-06-03 00:00:00

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THE IMAGINARY JEW.
" A boon, good lords and gentlemen," quoth GLADSTONE, " let me win ;
Lord RUSSELL bringeth us a Jew ; I pray ye take him in.
He loves your honourable House, although he's something loath
To bind his Jewish conscience with a Christian form of oath ;
But words will construe fifteen ways, so, as he cannot stand 'em,
Give the Jew 'A" to sit with us without a jusjurandum."

" Bring forth the Jew !" cried one and all. They brought the Hebrew in :
He bore no scales Shylockian, he wore no gaberdine.
One hat, not three, a patent crush, sat on his untanned brows,
And the chinking of his pockets was sweet music to the House.
Vest, trousers, coat, were all alike of ultra-Christian hue,
The last a Stultz—in very sooth he seemed a goodly Jew.

" Meseems he looketh well," said one ; " we'll seat him here to-night ; "
Another said, " Concession to the age or need is right ;
No matter which, the Jew is rich, take GLADSTONE'S word for it ; "
And almost on the benches that seeming Jew did sit.
When one from Stamford sent cried out, " Hold yet awhile your vote !
Jew, doff thy borrowed hat and vest, and strip thee of thy coat."

Pale grew the cheek of GLADSTONE then, for once with shame o'erawed,
For 'neath th' unbottoned vestment showed the serge and knotted

cord ;
Below the splendid Paris hat was the monkish tonsure's round,
And a bull to absolve the Chancellor fell from it to the ground.
And his gold chain was a rosary, his " Ford " a shirt of hair.
Such wild habiliments, I ween, the Papal servants wear.

Oh ! fast away from Westminster that pseudo-Jew did hie,
Even as his friend the Chancellor shall travel by-and-by ;
And loud within that House arose the shouting, left and right,
Oh ! thou Rutulian, dost thou keep " fraus tua" for to night?
Bid us believe, oh, Chancellor, thoul't pay thy bonds when due,
But do not call before us all thy shaveling monk a Jew.

CABINET VERSION OF THE INCANTATION

SCENE.

(From "DER FREISCHiiTZ.")

ADOLPH Lord J----N R—LL.
CASPAR Mr. G—ST—E.
ZASIIEL The FIEND OF THE DIVISION.
" Om map arbitin
/tub oix boffin."

ScaNs.—The Octagon Hall, New Palace of Westminster. Midnight, and
total darkness. ( N.B.—Wednesday or Saturday night.)

TlME.—Previous to the Session 1864.
Chorus of Invisible Demons.
CHORUS : The Pope's in a fluster.
Uhui! Uhui!
And his friends won't muster.
Uhui ! Uhui !
And Manchester's vicious.
Uhui ! Uhui!
The Brigade is seditious.
Uhui ! Uhui !
The doomed Coalition,
Uhui! Uhui !
Is bent on perdition.
Uhui ! Uhui !

(CABPAR enters from St. Stephen's Hall. He carries a lantern and a deepatch•box.
Hel looks round anxiously, but fearfully. About eleven hundred doors slam,
and the echoes are repeated all over the Palace. He advances to the centre.
CASPAR : Ha! lam first. Yet he will come. I know his daunt-
less spirit. 'Tis cold. To my work. Zamiel ! Zamiel ! Zamiel!
ZAMIEL (appearing at the window of the Electric Telegraph Office):
Why dost call me?
CAspAa : Good gracious, how you frightened me! (Resuming
his mslodramatic tone.) Thou knowest that our time is nearly
run out.

ZAMIEL (enters): This session is your last.
CASPAR : Prolong it—but this time—prolunga la una aol volta.
ZAMIEL : I am aware that you are an excellent Italian scholar; but
it, can't he done.
CASPAR: One session more?
ZAMIEL: No !
CASPAR: Do I not bring thee a victim?
ZAMIEL : His name ?
CASPAR : John Russell, scion of the house of Bedford. I will
sacrifice him to you, but grant us another session. He will be here
anon.
ZAMIEL : What desires he?