The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1853-08-23 00:00:00

WS THOUGHTS ON THE

PR MIF

itt3bait

st and done;

The work of the session o'er

each major and minor
great and the litho

----
"'amine-honoured Lancaster'' now, without breach
Of 'Parliament manners or toss of a speech,
-May indulge in his woutwi

had awkward work,
yablesome Turk,
ee on the Moor.

ho late I
se of the

ake their reven,

The Premier sits in his chair at home,

Reviewing his labours,past

t on his broly,life a sullen *nom,

Has its

gloomiest shadow cast.

With blarney and compromise, promise and shift,
Like a youth who's beengoing a little too "swift"
(I should say, a little too "fast") ;

how contrived in a sort of a way

To pit off for a seasonLthe r

;koning day,

He knows it will come at tab,
Alas ! he sighs, and his brow grows hot
Had ever a chief such ;an ugly lot ?
Talents enough, and 'to spare, they've
Of credit I'd not 'be depriving their
But Lord, when they come to
Turning like so many. Whirligigs,
They might as well be a drove of pigs
For the comfort and ease of driving them.
'Tis strange thatsa-man should be thus in dumps,
And his heart give-so many foreboding thumps,

All cards of the first condi

somehow, the fart there's no concealing,
int of theshuffie and double dealing,

Each card in the pack, one can't help feeling,
Has got to the wrong position.

S.Our terrible PAM, the rugged and tough,
L-Of Foreign Affairs has had quantum sic',
.And leaves to an Irish ex-First-Leff
(Who between ourselves is a bit of a
To settle those dreadful Turks.
There's GLADDY, to whom all High Church flodka,
Instead of converting, bows down to stocks-
And MOLEY, -

?resides at the Board of Works

Twas an awkward ,a 1

.1 LU
The way I got over that Irish mess,LL/Mb,
When those brigadier subs would have redress
For JOHNNY'S Protestant speeches.
Humble-pie with a Premier scarce agrees,
And it's hardly the thing to go down on one's-knees
Before such a trio of rapparees,
To heal coalition breaches.

en I think of the to

ble coming breeze,
ery next time Mother Church shall please
kb get up an Irish-riot ;
For wtZve settled the principle, Lord knows ltow
If there's only a Priest at the head of a raw,
Not all the march of the row-dow-now
••

) his Reverence quiet.

Oh ! would that the Pope, n; patron true,
World open his miracle-box anew,
And teach me the secret St. Patrick knew—
• That saint so holy and clever—
Who,•blessings upon his sanctified fist,
Gave,the Irish reptiles a deadly twist,
And shut up ,the father of snakes in his kist,
And settled his hash for ever.

Then what shall we say about Foreign Affairs—
And how shall we manage the Bulls and Bears,
Who doctor the market of stocks and shares
With rumours of peace or battle?
4ieklish thing to refuse to disclose,
4.nd snub the questions of Parliament foes,
knd lead the Bulls upon 'Change by the nose,
Like the monarch of horned cattle.

When the Russians crossed their frontier lines,
We said it was only a question of shAnes
'Twixt the Pope's ani. the Patriarch's hot divnies
Mere cierhml fire ansi flax
But Talents, alas ! may be

_ sometimes Liocks—
lit it a ease of mere.easweks,

the price of stock;

oing a case of Cossacks

the burst of the South Sea bubble,
Tax, fixed f(,r a period douMe,

LIEUT.-COL. BURNS, of the 2d Royals, died on the 30th
of June, at Graham's Town, from debility.
LADY SALE, wife of the late Sir Robert Sale, died at
Cape-town on the 6th of July ; she had only arrived a few
days previously from India, in the ship Kent, intending to
scarce move rocks, I recruit her health at the Cape.