The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1833-09-06 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

MOTHER THUNDERER, OF PRINTING-HOUSE-SQUARE. Pray, Goody awful, cease thy spite; In sooth, 'tis sad to see Thy toothless jaws that cannot bite Grin so maliciously ; Thy swaggering air. :--thy bullying prate, Have made thee as notorious As any Poll of Billingsgate, When she is drunk and glorious. Thou'rt growing weak, my Goody dear! Although thou look'st so grim; .4 Piling sale fills up, I fear, Thy malice to the brim : The public scorn is hard to bear, I own, my ancient dame, And thou bast earn'd of that thy share, By many a deed of shame. • Thou'st chang'd thy coat so oft, d'ye see— Your petticoat I mean— That weathercocks compared with thee Are changeless things, I ween. Pitt, Sidmonth, Perceval, in turn Were worshipp'd in their day ; Nor dirty jobs aid "Awful" spurn When fag to Castlereagh. The Bourbons, when they sat enthron'd, By ancient right divine, And France with rusty fetters bound, Were patron-saints of thine. The knight who play'd the gaoler's part • Had all thy honest zeal ; He found the key to Goody's heart, But not a key of steel. Then Whigs and Whiglings did'st thou cuff, And wofully belay, And pelted them with foulest stuff, While Tories held the sway, If democrats had then the weed Of thy abundant grace, The axe and rope the land had freed From all the restless race. When CA.!NING flung his harmer forth From Gattun's mound so green, And smote reformers south and north With sword both bright and keen, Behind his back, 0 vestal saee Thou took'st thy loyal stand, And made reformers feel thy rage, With venom'd quill in hand. Then WELLINGTON was called the chief Of " bullies and of brutes," Bespatter'd worse than any thief That ever wore jack-boots ; But when the Duke, a Premier stern, Ruled England with his nod, Goody fail'd not his worth to learn— The " brute" became 11er god. To him she pray'd—by him she swore, His toady_, day by day, And would be still, but change of power Has changed her hopes to GesY ; And now, virago-like, she raves At very name of Tory, "Brickbats and bludgeons for the knaves That murdered England's glory !" And loud her yells for Whis shall be While they have golden days; For all who hold the treasury Are certain of her praise, 'Till overcast by fortune's frown, And tumbled from on high, She spurns and cuffs her idols down, And kicks them where they lie. Go, nurse thy Simpson—worthy thee In eloquence and wit ; Go, rival his absurdity, And share his benefit; Or blow up bubbles for the crowd, As in famed twenty-five ; 'Gainst knaves that lose be fierce and loud, But fawn on knaves that thrive.  Fc r services thou'st done the State. Thou should'st have thy reward; A wreath of flowers of Billingsgate.  And feathered robe, well tarred; To keep thee sober, decent, cool, The regimen of old Be thine—the pond and ducking-stool— To cure a common scold.  Kean, sitting one night at the back of the front boxes at Covent-garden theatre, with a gentleman of his acquaintance, one of the underbred box-lobby loungers of the present day stood up before him, whose person, being, large, covered the sight of the stage from him. Kean took fire at this, but managing his temper, he patted the box-lobby gentleman on the shoulder with his walking-stick, and with much seems ty civility. requested of him when he saw or heard anything that was enteitainin,;; on the stage to let him and the gentleman with him know of it, "for yeu see, my dear sir," added Kean, " that at present we must totally depend on your kindness." This had the desired effect, and the lounger walked way.  ,i;bipping Enteitigence.