The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1852-08-31 00:00:00

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r, enjoy the tran-

uillity with which we are blessed, and defy the machina-

tions and the power of the conspiring triumvirate. That
they have not a charce of shaking the Government from
its solid foundation, is palpable to all who are capable of

studying those interesting lists of the new Parliament
compiled and classified by Don and by OLIVIER. But

en the most sanguine of Whig-Radical partisans enter-
g to office this many a mournful

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Lain no hope of returnin

year. Lord CLARRNnoN and other sagacious members of
the ex-Government honestly confess that they see no way
of overthrowing Lord DERBY'S Administration. The
vipers, however, must bite, for it is their nature, but they
will find that they bite a file.

The ingenuous dwellers in this fine old unsophisticated
land of Cockayne have once more returned to their

juvenile sports and nursery delights. Every person who
has passed out of jacket and pinafore into long-tailed
coat and trowsers, will easily remember the admiration
he contemplated the flight of that astonishing
old woman, who was

with whic

i'Toss'd up in a blanket,

Seventy times as high-as the moor
And in her_hand carried a broom;''

he will readily corn

ehend the ecstacies into which

big boys, like him, in the great metropolis, have been
thrown by an exhibition quite as wonderful, and that

throws us back into the elysium of our primitive enjoy-

Yes, those who—as the phrase runs—cater for
the public amusement, have fooled us this week to the
top of our bent, and have treated us to some such spec-
tacle as that described in the nursery story book, but with
such improvements and refinements as befit an age that
boasts of being transcendently progressive and enlightened.
A very pretty and fascinating Frenchwoman is substituted
for the ancient beldame, and instead of the rough blanket
and other primitive appliances, we have had a gaily deco-

ments

rated silk balloon and a high-mettled charger. Truly we
are but children of a larger growth, or how on earth
could we derive pleasure from such puerilities. However,

what is the use of cavilling at the tastes of a nation of
sages and philosophers ? None whatever. We only lose
time and temper, and therefore let us, according to the
precept now in every month, from the policeman up,
" keep moving." To the inspiriting tune of " Off she
goes," and to the applauding thunders of a park of artil-
lery, up mounted the charming Madame POITEVIN sky
high, riding gracefully on her milk-white charger, amid
the rapturous shouts and the delirious transports of the
most generally taciturn and grave people on the face of
the globe, testifying to the genuine strength of their
emotions. Away and away swept the lady and her steed
over the fields of ether. realising all the glories and ex-
ploits of the old woman of blessed memory. She only
wanted the broom, and the sky only lacked the cobwebs,
to render the illustration of the story-book perfect to the
letter.

There is a report that, by way of varying the excitement
and keeping up the zest for novelty, a regular orthodox
witch will make her ascent, next week, astride on a real
living goose. I cannot vouch for the truth of this rumour,
but the probability is that it arose from the idea that it
would be a capital spectacle to send up his Eminence
Cardinal WISEMAN mounted on the back of Sheriff
SWIFT, or some other similar biped ; but I think the

authorities would not tolerate the exhibition of cruelty to

illustrious animals

often that the fashiona

ble world—that is the

habitue's of Vanity Fair—take anything to heart, princi-
pally, perhaps, because they have no heart to take any-
thing to ; but this week they have experienced as much
real concern and sorrow as it is possible for such beings to
feel, in consequence of the alarming illness of the Queen
of the London Salons, .and the pride of the creme de la
creme of diplomatic, official, and aristocratic circles here
Ady PALMERSTON. She and her celebrated consort,
t Pam," of more than European fame, have

lately be

g his lordship's Irish estates in Sligo,
' golden opinions from all

re they had been ga

,ersons

,s and courtesies performed out of
Ind overflowing liberality of soul,