The Express.
London, England, 1847-10-06 00:00:00

Naples with his minister
sg schemes of Pius IX.
Eves our own Lemmata
Bawls as if Ws were France.
1)4. Carr. Coatis non.
Ford. Oh! would I Teem rather
My worthy grandfather—
First minims plenty.
Free press and no taxes,
And ere you count twenty,
Come heads off and axes,
Oh ! ages of gold
Del Corr. The pattern will
bold—
For we can do justice
As cool and luonle,
The women, oh sire,
la sorely Bourbon's.
The excellent monarch and his minister proceed to
consider what assistance they may expert from their
allies. Metternich, they fear, is occupied pith the
massacres of Galicia, and Nicholas with Poland and
the Caucasus. Leopold of Tuscany is too undecided.
They have better hopes of Modena.
Del. Gan.—The breve eon of Both sceptre and throne,
Este I Yet change will I none.
fluids firm by his station, I Del. Carr. —Oh, sir, pray et-
And stands as If girt case me.
By a fortUlsation. I But 'uprose it were clever
Ile won't hear of poets, I To practise a hoax
Or of travellers through, On Tour own loyal folks
Or railways, or anything I lerd.— Yes. A short one, how.
Noisy or new, OUT.
Maria Daubs' I Dr! Corr.—Ott, that, sir, of
Perri.—Don't talk of her now. I
Dell. Cam—bite married the
lion—
Feed.—And is but a row.
That sad Prince of Lucca
Thinks only of beauty;
Ile 'd sell all his subjects
To find her in gowns.
Is there none of the minas
Who will stand by hie duty
What think you of hint
Who once was thriven?
Won't he stand by me
Against Rome and opinion!
Dell. Corr.—why it miniy is
he
Who upholds their dominion.
Ferri.—What "the glorious hew,
Of famed Tromdero
Take to libcral prate!
Del. Corr. —Oh —reasons of
state.
Feed. —For me, though It
tee ma

conference of the King o'
Del Carretto on the reform
Fent *led. Well-1 told you,
Corretto
The mutt we should net to.
?le stools all our mirth,
This turnp-bead Polo.
Int. Curt. Oise lam plenty of
Fr d. Bat I Iceeme good name.
They protest I'm to blame
When I war on the claim
Of our God upon earth.
And must I digeet it '
Del Carr. Oh! let them pro-
test it.
Feed. Then to wind up the
dance

entree,
Just to settle our fome.
Then, like Louie l'hillppe,
With his clever devices,
To tear up the charter
In rery small pieces,
And take epectal ore
That no one without
Shell hate the lent notion
Of what were about.
Pr a. —What a Brunie I what
a held!
What a superb one !
Otte may see at a Slane
Ho'. a bit at a Bourbon.
Del. Clem—Yet they say that
W father
Was of the pollee.
firo.—tery likely indeed;
But he's all atone piece
With caeb house of the reigning
Bourbon'an system.
roileCnlarl and monarch,
Oh ! who can resist him?

But it is a more pressir
done with Pius. "lf," ttu
not for his sacred character
be very angry ?"
Fem.—There's no one to hear
us—
Speak out—never stop—
Del. Chrr.—Of the Borgia'.
wine
We might vet and a drop?
Fed.—Why, I sow you are
wore
Than the father of
al—
Monsignor, the Confessor,
discussion with profound
Pope, on account of his hos
ICog, encouraged by his
geanca :
/lbm4pl.—ltereage !! Whata
frightful
Esprerion ! Oh, eire—
Revenge is of God—
Del. Can. (ande)—Hypoulti-

question, what is to be
minister hints, "it was
—Would your Majesty

Del Csrr.—Then pray have
recourse
To your tronfessor's
That master of all
Theolomcal !ore,
Great its-tor, arch casuist—
clrodk info (annotosers).—Sire,
Moroir.m.
accordingly joins in the
indignation against the
itility to the Jesuits. The
sympathy, hints at yen-
No—no—pardon me—prey.
I meant reparation.
Monsig.—Aye—that is the was.
teal—This audacious Carretto
Wes daring to mention
. . •

cal trlar!
Fent —1 mistook —not rerenge I lilt I'd no such intention.
Monsignor, however, is afraid that the Romans may
revenge on the Jesuits any suspicious illness of the
Pope, and decides against the scheme as dangerous to
the society.
Ergo non licet.
Oh, Royal Sir.
To incur any rirk

Perhaps the poet has been carried a little too far by
his sense of humour in imputing a design of Papicide
by poison to
Luarone Paladin infermo ;
but great allowances are to be made for the necessities
of satirists. If he has given pain to the or to
Del Carreto, we hope he may, by the aids of oar
labours, have furnished our readers with some amuse-
ment. Those of them who are induced by our bald
and fragmentary version to consult the original, must
be prepared for all the difficulties of a singularly idio-
matic and allusive style, full of modern phrases and
words which we believe are not to be found in the
Italian classics. Some of the poems, however, will to
a considerable extent reward their trouble.