The Sun.
London, England, 1833-09-27 00:00:00

A LAMENT FOR THE LOSS OF COL

JONES'S WHISKERS.

" Buffer Jones, well known for his whiskers and his Radical-
ism (both which created such a sensation at the memorable Re-
form Meeting in St. John's Wood last May, when the Buffer
threatened to throw all the ant.-Reformers into hysterics, by
simply buttoning up his breeches-pockets and looking at them),
has, we understand, now that the danger is past, shaved off his
tremendous whiskers."—Sunday Paper.

Is it true, thou best of men,
London's fiercest citizen,
Whom the " Age," grown gruff and gruffer,
Shamefully nicknames " The Buffer,"
And our Tory placemen all
Shuddered at as " Radical,"
When last year thou spakest of slaughter,
Like the Antwerp monster mortar,
Or Bombastes Furioso
(Who, compared with thee, 's but so-so)
Till thy very whiskers stood
StifFas pikes, portending blood;
Bolt-upright, in grimmest fashion,
Like a cat's tail in a passion ;
While each wondering urchin cried,
To the fellow at his side,
" There's old Colonel Jones, odzooks !
How uncommon fierce he looks I"
Is it true, or is't a scoff,
Thou hast shaved those whiskers off?
Heaven forbid ! for how shall we
Henceforth Tory tyranny
Palsy—petrify to stone,
When our Gorgon's Head is gone?*

'Tis to thee Reform we owe,
Thy black whiskers frightened so,
With their grim, ferocious twirl,
Tory Bishop, Duke, and Earl ;
Thus the Philistines of old

Bowed the knee to Sampson bold,
Scared by his tremendous stare,
And the horrors of his hair!

But since thou hast burked each whisker,
Tory pluck is growing brisker;
Quick, then, Colonel Jones, restore them,
England's tyrants quail before them ;
Quick, and let them (as would cry
Poulett Thomson) " fructify !"-t"
Hadst thou haply been unshorn
When that sickly Bill was born,
To put out, like candle-wicks,
Ten fat Irish Bishoprics,
Whigs and Tories, scared by thy
Fierce, bewhiskered majesty,
As it blazed forth in terrorem
Like a threatening comet o'er them,
Bishops had snuffed out in plenty,
Twelve, or peradventure twenty !
Quick, my Jones, for Britain's gain,
Let thy whiskers grow again,
And when they're full-fledged, oh then,
Just look in, thou best of men,
On our Leicester Aldermen,
And full sure am I, that they
Will, from sheer affright, display
Bright example to the nation,
And reform their Corporation.
First of men ! our Duke, 'tis said,
Wins his victories by his head,
But thy plan is easier, brisker,
Conquering not by wit, but whisker ! !

• An allusion to the old Greek fable of the Gorgon's Head,
which was covered all over with snakes by way of hairs, and had
the power of frightening all whom it looked upon into stones.
-l- Vide Mr. Poulett Thomson's speech on the " fructifying
powers" of a deficient revenue.

FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE.

ARRIVALS.

The Duke and Duchess of Sutherland, at Stafford-house,
from Dunrobin Castle, N.B. ; Prince Esterha2y, and Prince
Nicholas, at Chandos-house, from Doncaster Races; Mr. Se-
cretary Stanley, at his villa at Putney, from the Earl of Derby's
seat at Knowsley; Lord and Lady Albert Conyngham, on a
visit to Lord Forester, at Willey Park, from Doncaster; Lord
Robert Grosvenor, at Eaton Hall, from ditto ; Lady Morgan,
in Jermyn.street, St. James's, from Brussels ; Captain Sir S. J.
B. Pechell, Bart., at the Admiralty, from the Continent ; the
Earl of Fife, in St. James's-street, from a tour ; Sir George
Shee, Bart., in Hertford-street, Mayfair; the Earl of Dun-
donald, at Hanover-lodge, in the Itegent's-park, from Weston_
house, near Southampton; Viscount Melbourne, in South_
street, from Burket-hall, Herts ; the Earl and Countess of
Munster and family, in Belgrave•street, from Brighton; J.
Blathwayt, Esq., Mrs. Blathwayt, and family, at Marshall
Thompson's Hotel, Cavendish-square; J. Filmore, Esq., Mrs.
Filmore, and family, at ditto; Miss Taylor, at ditto; the Rev.
H. Sweeting, Mrs. Sweeting, and family, at the Berners Hotel,
Berners-street, from Tunbridge-wells ; Lieutenant-General
Need, at ditto; J. Forster, Esq., and the Misses Forster, from
Tunbridge-wells; the Misses Bushby, from Worthing.