The Sun.
London, England, 1839-08-27 00:00:00

MORNING EDITION.

Methcught, the Tories and Whigs of the de, ,
Disposed for a little pugnacious play,
(They often exhibit a turn that way)
In Westminster Hall were assembled, bent
On trying their skill at a Tournament I
Each—the bare thought on't makes me smile—
Was equipped in his own peculiar style,
And armed, besides, at his own request,
With the weapons that suited his fancy best;
And a very queer show, I must needs confess,
Some of them cut in their tilting-dress.

As, one by one, each political Knight
Enters the Lists for the mimic fight.

First, Lyndhurst appeared, a sly, old earls, ;
As ever walked over " the burnine marle ;"•
He'd a lowering brow and a threatening hand,
Like some Lynch-law Squire from Yankee land,
Who, whether for place, or pelf, or prog,
Is prepared at all hazards to go the whole hog.
Him followed Melbourne, as chief of his clan,
A tine, old English gentleman,
Whose courtly manners, and modest attire ;
Tallied but ill with his glance of fire :
Having gravely bow'd to the gaping crowd,
While the Heralds proclaimed their names aloud,
The Knights set to, without more ado,
And fierce the collision between them grew;
But er'e they'd exchanged a score of blows,
The vigorous tilt was brought to a close,
For Lyndhurst, while striving in his passion,
To gouge his opponent, Kentucky fashion I
(A most unknightly deed, abhorred
By all Rho beheld it) dropped his sword,
And the Heralds proclaimed, by the Tourney's laws,
Melbourne, the victor, 'midst shouts of applause.
Next Peel and Russell strode briskly in,
'Mid the roll of the drum and the trumpet's din;
The first, as he entered, doffed his castor,
And bowed with the grace of a dancing-master :
All smiles he looked, and so serene,
You'd have thought him the mildest of men, I "men
And he wore (and it fitted him well, no doubt,)
An Orange coat turned inside out ;
But though 'twas pliant enough, its weight,
At criticd moments, so hampered his gait,
That just while he strove to parry a thrust,
By his coat-tails embarrassed, he fell in the dust,
And, despite all his cunning and tact in the fray,
His quick-witted rival carried the day.

Old Glory came next, a pitiful show,
Arrayed in the garb of a " faded Beau,"
And looking as sage (and as shy, alas!)
As some knowing old goose at Michaelmas ;
He ran a short course with Leader, who
At the very first shock the poor Knight o'erthrew,
And down he went with a terrible whack,
Head over heels, on his innocent back !

Just as the battered old Beau withdrew,
Phillpotts, the pride of bigotry's crew,
A spit-fire, brimstone-tempered Priest,
Whose every glance, to say the least,
Told that he'd gladly revive the blaze
Of the good old fire-and-faggot days--
Phillpotts skipped into the lists; but gloom
Darkened his brows when he found that Brougham,
With a well-pickled rod in his band, was the Knight
Selected to test his mettle in fight;
Vainly he strove to elude his clasp,
For the stern schoolmaster with iron grasp,
Just to give his spirits a wholesome jogging,
Seized him, and gave him a precious flogging,
Which I fear will embarrass, by the way,
His seat of honour for many a day
Last entered huge Daniel O'Connell, a Knight
Equally ready for fun or fight;
But, alas I his brows, deep seamed with scars
Oi the Irish giant's former wars,
His lion-like energy of phi;
And bludgeon so neatly trimmed, I wis,
Struck the Tory knights with such apprehension.
That they quaked in a way I blush to mention—
(Especially Bent, who, strange to say,
Frowned at him first, then fainted away)__
While Dan, to whom sword► and spears were toys,
And the thunder of war a mere pop-gun's noise,
Roar'd lustily, " Who's for a skrimmage, boys?"
Oh shame not a Tory quitted his station,
To accept this flattering invitation ;
On which, in his frolic, resolved on a spree,
And breaking the head of somebody,
Dan, finding from fear the Conservatives shied him,
Pitched into Spring Rice, who stood beside him I I--
What followed, Ik: ow riot ; fur just as he broke
The poor gentlemen's noddle, I laughed and awoke

" With quick, uneasy steps the Devil walked
Over the burning marle."—PA 11. A DISE LOST.
-f This ingenious young man publicly threatened, some time
ago, that he would meet Mr. O'Connell " at Philippi,"_tbat
is, the House of Commons—and then, and there, utterly abolith
him ! We do not find, and we have carefully perused the (16-
bates of the Session, that Mr. Benjamin D'lsraeli has yet kept
his word. Mr. O'Connell still walks abroad, as lively, and ap-
parently, as unconscious of abolition as ever.

The number of failures in Paris during the last
ortnight was 35, so that the entire number from the Ist of
January to the 21st of August amounts to 760. Among
these were 101 joint-stock companies.—Nationd.
EASTER DUES AGAIN.—The goods seized
from the proprietor of this paper for what the Vicar calls
Easter dues, value near four pounds, were sold in the
Market. place, by auction, on Thursday, the 15th inst., for
one pound four shillings and sixpence. The barometer
and table cover were bought by police officer Holt, the
celery glass by the auctioneer, John Rigby, Market-
place, and the wins decanters by a stranger. The pau-
city of bidders is a pretty strong indication of the feelings
of the public respecting these ecclesiastical extortions•
Yet the pious money-hating Vicar cannot or will not see
the signs of the times. The reformation in the time of
Henry the Eighth was accellerated by the cupidity and
licentiousness of the King, aided by the aristocracy, who
shared in the spnPs of a Church grown too wealthy not to
excite their rapacity. But the next reformation will be
accelerated by the exactions and extortions of hireling
Pars o n —Preston Observer.

A TORY PEER.--We are informed that at the
late Tory dinner at Williton, Mr. Tripp, the Steward of
Lord Egremont, and the agent engaged in the very crc
ditable business of upsetting the leases granted by the Irak:
Lord, told the party assembled, that his Lordship was re-
solved not to have a Dissenter upon his estate—or some-
thing to that effect. Is this zeal for the Church a set off
against the profits that will accrue for setting aside leases
fairly and fully paid for to his predecessor? Does his
Lordship

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THE POLITICAL TOURNA ZVIENT

'Tis odd how in slumber one's fancy strays,
And what queer, unaccountable pranks she pi 081—
T'other night, as I sate in my attic, intent
On the coming Ayrshire tournament ;
Of its Knights in burnished armour dight,
Flourishing lances and faulchions bright,
01 its Heralds and 'Squires in plumed array, I
And its ladies, beauteous as flowers in May ;—.
As I dwelt on this theme, I began to feel
A gradual sleep o'er my senses steal,
And scarce had I sunk into still repose,
When the following Vision before me rose.

But, hark, 'tis the sound of the trump and drum.
And the cry of the thousands, " they come I —OO
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