The Press.
London, England, 1856-04-05 00:00:00

" And some will speak with rage and shame
Of Charlie and the North,
And wonder that the greatest fleet
England had yet sent forth
Struck not one blow for victory
Under our Whig War Ministry."

" Egad! like what's-his-name of old,
I think that I'll resign,
Claiming the honours of the War
And prize of Peace as mine,
Shunning the storm which I foresee
Must swamp your Whig War Ministry."

L.
" Not you, my old friend Palmerston,
This will not be your game;
You hate us IVhigs, but you're obliged
To use us all the same.
Abandon us, and you will be
The head of no new Ministry."

" By Jove, I almost think you're right,
And I revoke my threat
Tories and Rads I can't cajole,—
At least, I haven't yet.
Old Whigs, so proud yet mean, 'tis ye
Who must compose my Ministry."

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IN compliance with the request of the highly respectable Advertise-
ment Agents, Messrs. Abbott and Barton, we print verbatim a circular,
on " flimsy," which they have sent us for insertion :
MR. ALBERT SMITH AT WINDSOR CASTLE.-Mr. Albert Smith had the honour
of appearing before the Court, at Windsor Castle, on the 25th tilt., when her
Majesty, the King of the Belgians, Prince Albert, the Duchess of Gloucester,
and other members of the Royal Family, and a number of the aristocracy,
were present. Mr. Smith contrived to entertain his distinguished guests without
the aid of his pictures. He spoke from a table, and, as se are informed,
obtained some very flattering approval from his auditors. The Queen and
the Prince expressed themselves very condescendingly to him after the
performance, alluding to several characters introduced into the entertainment;
and to do Mr. Smith justice, he has a very happy knack of amusing his
hearers by repre.tenting the peculiarities of people in a droll and clever man-
ner at tie expense of no single individual. There is many an edifying re.
mark in the ridicule which he flings broadcast, and those who laugh are often
likely to profit by what is so humorously represented.
[We are requested by Mr. Smith to ask the favour of your giving gratuitous
insertion to the above.—We are, Sir, yours very obediently,]
ABBOTT, BARTON AND CO.

A DUBLIN STREET-BALLAD.
With fiddles, harps, and horns,
Let Oireland now rejoice,
With trumpets and with shawms,
Likewise the human voice.
Let all the Pope's Brass Band
Exult with tipsy glee,
For Rogues now triumph in the land
O'er Right and Decency.

For Palmerston three cheers,
For Chanc'llor Brady, too ;
We've had no joy like this for years
In the land of Brien Boru.
The Judges' Bench no more
Shall boast its stainless fame
For Honour and for Lore—
There's an end to all that same.

Oh, Oireland brave and true!
On thee kind Fate has smiled,
Justice has had no friend like Keogh
Since the days of Jonathan Wild.
'Tis he'll dispinse our laws,
Unstained with Saxon guilt,
And pitying hear the Whiteboys' cause
When the landlord's life blood's spilt.

Oh, Meagher of the blade !
Oh, Mitchell brave and true !
Return, be not afraid,
They've made a judge of Keogh.
Yes, Keogh's to judge our oisle,
In spite of old Lefroy ;
Pat Somers, too (ye need not smoile),
May be our next Viceroy.

Oh, Sadleir's felon shade !
Ye died before yer time;
Why did ye seek the poison's aid,
And thus reveal yer crime ?
Ye might have sat in state
Dispinsing Law and Right—
Why did ye rashly rush on fate
On that wild and wintry night?