The Sun.
London, England, 1838-02-12 00:00:00

PRIVATE BUSINESS OF PARMA - M URPHY'S POLITICAL A LIWAN
MENT.-(THIS DAY.)

PREFACF..—Frorn calculations known only to myself, 1,
discovered what will take place in the House of co r4_4 va
during the present week, commencing with this d, , rtti,
12th, and ending with Saturday, the 17th ; and I here
the result of my calculations for the benefit of a disre7:ll.ls4
public, simply requesting that they will do me the fav,:at
take as many thousand copies of my political, as they
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to
already taken of my meteorological, Almanaeks,
twitters not turn out exactly as I have predicted-401;11d
positive
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they will—all I can say is, that the course or,te I
is wrong, lot PATaicx Mek,,,its

MONDAY.
On Monday night, in solemn state,
Just as the clock strikes half-past eight,
Sir Robert Peel will rise and vent
Much virtuous spleen on the Government ;
And probably crack a joke with suavity,
Thereby increasing the House's gravity ;
lie will also, with wondrous powers of face,
Protest that he hates all thoughts of place ;
That his character's pure as unsunned snow
( Here Dan will be sure to cry out "Oh ;
And that, not for more than sovereign sway,
Would he " bolt," as Lord Glenelg would say,
From his own, to the other, side of the way;
For he shivers—" Hear, hear," from Colonel Tren4
At the very sight of the Treasury Bench !

TUESDAY.
This night there will be an awful row;
And thus 'twill originate, I trow ;
Some fiery Joint of the Tail will claw
From head to heel poor Freddy Shaw,
For his speech, so devoid of sense and skill,
Last Friday night on the Poor-law Bill;
Whereat our Freddy, on slaughter bent,
Will wax uncommon truculent ;

And quit the House with looks of flame,
While his grim opponent doth the same.
But the Speaker will promptly interfere,
'Mid shouts of " Order," " Chair," and " Hear 1"
And force each Member, as grave as an owl,
To explain what he meant by his devilish scowl;
Then one, in tones imbued with gall,
Will swear he meant nothing personal;
On which the other will quick reply,
" If that's the case, no more did I ;"
And both, dismissing all thoughts of murther,e
Will promise to carry the thing no further
WEDNESDAY.
This night—the phrase is a bull, I own—
Will be, what is called, a dies non.
THURSDAY.
On Thursday night young Ben will rise,
And fixing on Dan his talented eyes,
Will attack, like Guy, with might and main,
The long-tailed dragon of Derrinane ;
But the monster, whisking his tail about,
Will put poor Ben so completely out,
That the House will•laugh to scorn his say ;
And cocks will crow, and donkies bray,
And animals yell, as they do, d'yo see,
In the Regent's-park menagerie ;
Then Ben will cry, in piteous style,
" Pray, hear me out"—" Nay, wherefore smile ?"
Whereat will ensue a general roar,
Such as ne'er was heard in the House before I
FRIDAY.
This night, if into the House you peep,
You'll find the Members fast asleep,
Wholly o'erpowered in every sense
By Praed's narcotic eloquence ;
But at ten o'clock the House will wake
To see poor Lord John Russell take,
Sorely against his Lordship's will,
The Finsbury Doctor's briskest pill ;
He will make wry faces and look blue,
As pi:pricked children are apt to do ;
Plead, in reply to each shrewd question
The Doctor puts, his weak digestion ;
And then, to desperation wed,
Fling box and pill at the Doctor's head.
This done, sage Brotherton will rise,
And opening wide his heavy eyes
Exclaim, in solemn tones and slow,
" 'Tis twelve o'clock, high time to go ;"
Just as some prim old nurse, you know,
Says, patting her children on the head,
" My loves, 'tis time to go to bed 1"
EAT URDA Y.
To-night there will be no House : so the Speaker
May fill at his ease his midnight beaker,
Sing jolly songs in praise of Dan,
And take his wine like a gentleman 1
4' An Irish mode of pronouncing the word " murder."