The Sun.
London, England, 1842-12-07 00:00:00

THE CHINESE AMBASSADOR.

" His Celestial Majesty proposes, we are told, sending
an Ambassador to London. Will the great man bring
Mrs. To with him ? Will his Excellency walk in Pic-
cadilly with his pig-tail on ? That he will be the Lion of
the season, the known hospitality and curiosity of our
countrymen forbid us to doubt."—Times of Monday.

Hurray for the pig-tails ! Hip, hip, and hurray !
A Chinese Ambassador's coming, they say,
To visit John Bull, the Barbarian Eye,
Give in to bis whimsies, like Christopher Sly,
And convince him 'tis scandalous longer to scoff
At the land of the pig-tails ten thousand miles off.
Strange stories are told of his Highness, of course,
Some say he's a sort of a Centaur, or horse,
Some say he's a giant, some say he's a dwarf,
Some say he's just landed at Tooley-street wharf,
Aud some, that he'll come by the next China fleet,
With her Highness, who stands on invisible feet.
Some say he's a Beauty, some say he's a Fright,
And chews Turkish opium from morning 'till night,
But I'll tell you the truth without any disguise,
For, like Cobbett of old, I abominate lies,
And always have deemed it the basest of acts,
For the sake of effect to exaggerate facts.

To begin, then ; this Chinaman's name is Quang-Fo
And he's grandson to Timour the Tartar, you know ;,
lie's a tail like a bell-rope, his nose is as flat
As a pancake, his eyes are as black as your hat ;
c..mberland boor's,
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His mouth's not unlike the broad mouth of the Wye,
He's avhouicrie is as
dredyeraorusgholda;:d he's twenty feet high !
And loud as the bang of 'a dozen street-doors,
He frowns like a thunder-cloud, laughs like a ghost,
When it stands by one's bed-side as stiff as a post ;
In short, he's the man of all men that, you'd swear,
Would -drive the young Belles of Almack's to despair.

He wears a loose coat and a calico shirt, -
And a sharp-pointed hat that looks just like a squirt,
He's yellow-ribbed stockings, half worsted, and half
Cotton, with clocks reaching up to his calf,
His red, creaking shoes are turned up at the toes,
And supply him with music wherever he goes.
His diet is simple—l say it with pride—
He dines at mid-day upon Puppy-dogs fried,
Has them devilled for supper, and when he is ill,
Just swallows a birds'-nest, by way of a pill,*
Wash'd down with six cups of strong gunpowder tea,
Which he plucks, as you plUck a ripe peach, from
the tree.

Hurray for his Highness ! Hip, hip, and hurray !
Like the Campbells, he's coming ; Make way, there,
make way
Bid the East and the West, from Cheapside to
May-Fair,
Turn out in their best, and be sure, my Lord Mayor,
Be sure you get ready your daintiest prog,
To honour this rival of Gog and Magog !
He comes ! and all London's one desperate throng,
Hustling, and jostling, and scuttling aloug,
The Jew from Whitechapel, the cit from Guildhall,
The dandy from Bond-street, the clerk from Whitehall,
All press to one centre, like seas to their shores,
To see the new Lion, and hear how he roars !

He comes ! sound the trumpets and strike up the

drums !
While the bells ring a triple bob-major ; he comes !
Sly schoolboys by dozens strive boldly, but fail,
To climb up his back for a tug at his tail,
And the women they blush, and the cabmen they shout
" Does your mother, my pretty one, know that you're
out r

My Lord gives a dinner in Grosvenor-Square,
But a brace of he-dowagers only are there ;
" Where, where are the rest ?" cries the Peer with

surprise,
"They've gone," his disconsolate valet replies,
" They've gone, please your Lordship, they've given

_ -
leg-bail,
To have a good stare at John Chinaman's tail."

Lady Jane and her party have all turned their backs
On that focus of beauty and fashion, Almack's,
And have sped in their very best ball-room array,
To see the great Lion who's gone to the Play ;
And Macready has faithfully promised, 'tis said,
To secure them a box at the back of his head.

Sir Robert gets up, but there's no one to hear ;
Sir Robert sits down, but there's no one to chcor;
The House is deserted, so, eager and hot,
He bolts, calls a cab, and is off like a shot,
His respects, like the rest of his colleagues, to pay
To the '° Elegant Extract" from distant Cathay !
Hurray for John Chinaman! shout, my boys, shout!
Though I fear you scarce know what you're shouting
about ;
You think him omnipotent, now, and all wise,
To fill all your coffers, extend your supplies,
But I fear, that ere long, you will find that your hopes,
Are as silly as Satan :Montgomery's tropes
* Vide Davis's China.

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HER MAJESTY'S HEALTII.—On dit in quarters
whose information may be relied on, that the most in-
teresting event to her M
take place early in March next. This will conse-
quently make the London season short and late, as
the levees and drawing-rooms at St. James's Palace
will not be held till after the accouchement of the
Qwen.
THE INCOME-TAX.—The Commissioners com-
menced hearing appeals from the western district of
the City of London on Monday, and made such
progress as to warrant the conclusion that their
labours will terminate in the course of the
present week. Out of the two hundred numbers
issued, one hundred and seventy-four were disposed
of, and the hearing of the remainder adjourned till
to-morrow. Cn) arrangement which was posted
up on Monday will greatly facilitate their labours,
namely, that which empowers the surveyor to dispa-e
of the cases of all clerks with salaries under 150/. a
year, but who have nevertheless been required to
make returns. These cases, which in such a place
as the city of London, must obviously form the great
majority of the appeals, being taken out of the Juris-
diction of the Commissioners, will greatly lessen the
labour of those functionaries. The number of cases
disposed of in the eastern district was very great, but 1
the pressure of new business has as yet prevented the
clerks ascertaining the exact amount. i