The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1824-07-21 00:00:00

SOSTON.

JONATHAN does not *ECM to ream the satirical portrait
of his countrymen, as drawn by the comic hand of Our
Comedian. The " New England (wildly," American
paper, makes the following extract from " Mathew s"rric,
to America," but while it allows it to be laughable, it die.
claims all admission that it has any resemblance to the
1" Yankee manners or language" :

BOSTON PI /ST-OFFICE.
A 1 11.--." Oh ! vrltqf a day," &c.

All the folks of Ilincon crowd about the gay post-sffiee now,
A governor they must elect to manage matters well;
How they /pat and talk aloud ; oh ! there's a migh:y mw,
For not a man his conscience turn single vote will selL
Cline. boys, he ready now, and let us have a man that's gn4l,l_
Yes, honour is the best, my lad, and never could be yet with•assl.
We'll have a proper man to rule,—oh! yes, we will, and ntchiiit
lens,
Some one that's good, I calculate, and one that's hottest too, I
guess.

(Strakeu ) " Pray, Sir, does the election take place traay
" Yea, Who's to come in pray Why that gentift”ap
that's just gone not."—" And who's to Fo out, t- ?"—" Chr
that gentleman just coming in."—" Here a a letter for that antic:
man with the threadbare coat ; I mean A. R."—" That's Pelt me.
Sir, for I'm C. D."—" Sir, you're standing in the way—you've
standing in the way, Sir."—" Did you speak, Sir?"—' Yea I die.
Sion—You're standing in the way, and you know it; that's a. dna;
as A. C."—" Sot it may. Sio,Vut r 0. E. F."—(riesianni
Salo. I hex your pardon, but when it is quite convenient I Orli
flak you > stand off my toes."—" Oh ! I beg your pardon, Sir—
I hope I hav'nt hurt you in toto."—" Yea, Aar, you hare. and los
hare hurt me in foot foot, and have trod upon my wheat wheat."...
" Trod upon your wheat! what tft. devil doe. the man mean
" I mean my corn, Sir—l man my corn, S'r."—" Ott !is that
the Mt, then cut you and ymircom too, Sir."
Thus with hnghter and prattle
They gaily. gaily, rattle,
At Boston Paoli-office, for wit, joke, and whim.
Come, stand aside, I say, and let us to the office go,
_ Lectern in abundance there are waiting now for me;
• • -

Tc;;TOSanalle;senbleci Were, I tank a very mighty show,
And etrangera.ery to see the right—what can the matter he?
Pushing. squeezing, roaring. tearing, every two in warm debate,
Rand a Me, you stupid elf, I must get in at airy rate;
I've a letter waiting there, and must receive it now, I say,
Here are letters waiting—take them quick, and quickly too the
postage pay.
( Spoken.) " Ilere are a great many returned letters ; Jartes
Franks, thst's unpaid ; Jonathan W. linsibikin. Patrick O'ne-
herty."—" Three me, Sir ; my name is Pat O'Flaherty."—Then
it's not f,w you ; I said, Patrick O'Flaherty."—" Well, and islelt
Patrick Pat all the world over."—" Here, take yetlf letter. it
cornea to lialf-a-crown."—)" But then, Sir, I can't read, and whewy
the use of my taking the letter ; perhaps you'll be kind as ugh is
open it and read for roe r—Certrinly, with great pleasure.
Reads. ) •• War Pat, in sitting down to write this letter, I hose
to intimn you, that l'in standing on the same spat • heve you left
me, but I have lost the use of both hands. The people in Wit
country are very peaceable ar,d quiet, with the exceptuni of a gore
deal of bloodshed that talc.:s place neewsionally ; and we been% had
one execution in this part of the country, with the exception of rV.
teen that were hanged last week. \'our uncle Tim died last week,
and has remetnbered you in his will, for he lute acknowl,dged
owing you tiver.ty.flre thirteens; but expressed great veaatioe
after his death that he ernild'n't pay Tau, because he had tees me.
nev : roar sister still eentaine sit glc, but was safely dehverre!of
twins the day before yesterday. All your absent friends desire is
be remembered to ycu. I woulrl'n'; conclude, only I have nothirv,
more to say. I am. my dear Pat, your honoured father. Pet!!
O'Flaherty."—There, Sir, now you must pay me half-a-crown."—
" What tor, Sir ?"—" Why for the lettet.' —" Pooh! bother!
you read the letter—l did not. Whet use is the letter to me now)
I'm sure you're welcome to it ; sell it to somebody else, and get as
much as you can ibr it,"
Thus with laughter and prattle,
They gaily. gaily rattle,
At Boston Post.office for wit, joke, sad whits.
The governcw's elected, the people are dews:tog now,
The conquerors are merry. anti the loser awl I
With joy tee one's elatod, with grief the other's smarting sow,
To hone the day one cendidate is nearly mad.
Never mind, the time will come, and then our friend shall take
his :urn,
And then the winner of to-day from the office will he spurn.
let him know we can elect n man of true gentility,
And one who far cm:ablates that knave in manners and -bility.

(Spokes.) " So, Surety has got in."—" Yes, and we're .1
out, i reckon ; lies got in by a pretty considerable large ma.
jority."--` Here's a psper for you, Sir."—" \%hat! a nes!".
per."—" l'es, Sir, it s the Quizzical liaznte."—" Oh ! then 11
road a little: • Last week, as a man was running down Fish-mum
bill, he came in contact with the Monument, and upset it by 'he
velocity with which he ran against it. After he had committed et
act, he wrx daring enough to pick it up, and went and concedel
it in St. Paul', Cithedral.'—iVell., I 4on't believe that; do yea,
Mr. Jona:hen Dottbilthe ?"- -" My none* new Jonathan thadi.
kin : it's Jonathan IV ; but, talking of stories, when inc writ
Hen was at sra, lie mot a ma.serpent ; it rut its head under me
ship, and lifted it up t and after tlu y sailed about sixty inikstry
found themselves opposite it. belly, and had on hundred 'al
twenty to go before they got to the end of the :ail."
Thus, Ite.

THAMES TUNNEL.