Northern Times.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1859-11-01 00:00:00

CORRESPONDENCE.

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LIME-STREET WARD.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE NORTHERN DAILY TIMES.
SIR,—As a Conservative elector, I feel some concern
for this ward. The few individuals who are fighting .
the battle of Conservatism in this ward to-day will have
fearful odds against them. They will have to contend
against a numerous and determined body, a lot of
clap-trap oratory, and, lam sorry to say, the lulewarm-
ness and apathy of many professed Conservatives. I
would recommend that those determined Conservatves
who love principle, if they are set at liberty early in the
day by success in their own wards, should go and
render assistance in this. They will do good, if they only
confine the clap-trap oratory in question to this ward.
Mr. Wilson, though no spouter, will make a man of
business, and he is a sound Conservative. Work in
Lime-street Ward then, electors, this day; and if you
cannot win—though I think you can—keep the Radical
in his own locality. Shopkeepers, be not gulled by the
ruse that he is one of your own order. He cares
nothing about you ; he is too high on the sticks for you;
and it is his fraternity who swamp you little men.
AN ELECTOR.

THE LIVERPOOL STAG IltiNT.

" Yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp I yelp ! "
" What hunt is out to-day'l"
"The Liberal pack's unkennell'd,
To bring a stag to bay.
To bring a gallant stag to bay,
And eke to hunt him dawn,
Mongrel and bulldog, hound and cur,
Are muster'd thre' the town."
" Yelp! yelp!! yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp !
From Compton den they rush,
Tag-rag, and bobtail, at their heels,
To beat each brake and bush.
Quo' Jemmy "11l a discount give
(The skin, the hoofs, the eyes,)
To him who first shall start the game,
Or point out where it lies."

" Yelp ! yelp! yelp ! yelp ! yelp 1 yelp !"
Quo' one "such din why make ?
You'll frighten all the nobler game,
And nought but lev'rets take."
Quo' Jemmy, as he pranced along,
And sounded loud his horn,
" Think you I knew not how to hunt
Long time ere you were born ?"
" Yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp I yelp
Then up another spake ;
"Now out upon these yelping curs,
No game to-day we'll take."
'Quo Jemmy, as his yellow sash
He flaunted in the breeze,
"Those who mislike my horn and hounds
May mizzle if they please !"
" Yoicks! dogs !—give tongue ! give tongue?" '
The gallant huntsman cries ;
And yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp yelp
Each eager dog replies !
" I know the game is scarce and shy
Since I the hunt have led,
But for to feast the Liberal Mayor
I'll kill a venison red!"
Yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp! yelp ! yelp !
The dogs run to and fro,
The huntsman scampers up and down,
The mob shouts tallyho?
And one brings word he spies a buck,
Grazing in Vauxhall glen ;
Another—that an antler'd stag,
Stalks through the Castle fen.
Then yelp ! yelp ! yelp! yelp ! yelp
Resounds on every side ;
"To Vauxhall glen! to Castle fen!
Now ride, bold Jemmy! ride."
Then swift up comes another scout;
Haste Jemmy ? to the Park :
Two jolly fat ones there appear,
And each an easy mark.
Yelp! yelp ! yelp! yelp ! yelp ! yelp ?
Which way to ride or run ?
The deer on merry Everton
Gaze down upon the fun ?
They see the chase go plugging
Head foremost down the Pitt ;
They see the cold Steel gleaming
That fain the game would hit.
•
Yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp! yelp! yelp !"
Go in, good d.ogs ! go in !
They ride full fierce about St. Anne's,
And rouse the whole demesne.
The huntsman rides—the huntsman raves;—
In vain you seek to know
How goes the hunt—'tis " Yelp ! yelp ! yelp !"
• Where'er the hunt doth go.
Yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp ! yelp
Hark back here ! Tally ho !
A hart of grease 'neath Peter's Holm,
Ilath gored poor dog Bellow!!
Then Jemmy turns his mare " Fie Nance,"
To rush down on the prey ;
But in the Lime pits finds himself,
'Mid angry herds, at bay!
• • •
How went tke Lyrpool Stag Hunt after this
I can't tell now, or I my train shall miss.
BUCKMASTER."