He fears that his band

May appear second-hand,

But they'll rise when they touch that regenerate land!
So a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais !!

To the care of the public finances, he names

My Lord Mack-a-boo-better known as Sir James-
His Highness, perhaps, would not choose such a Necker,
If he meant that his loans should e'er reach his Exchequer;
The Treasurer, too,

Having nothing to do,

May work at his hist'ry of Maracayboo.

Then a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

Lord Chancellor Ill-done (late Brougham) will dispense
Sound law, rigid honour, and solid good sense;
And in the recess-having judged every case-
Teach parrots to chatter and apes to grimace!
While Williams shall be,

With a very small fee,

Accountant and Master i' th' 'black Chancerie.
So a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

To thrive as Chief Justice Tom Creevy can't fail,
He knows how a libeller's sentenced to jail,

And needs but repeat to each criminal elf
The lecture old Ellenbro' read to himself;
But sitting in bank

Where the climate is dank,

'Tis thought the Chief Justice may smell rather rank; But what cares King George and his old-fashioned sway! So hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais !!

Burdett's place was doubtful—the mere name of Scott
Sufficed to determine Sir Francis's lot;

As Judge of the Arches, he may

decide on

Those delicate cases, best known as Crim. Con.;

While little Cam Hob,

The Tom Thumb of the mob,

Attends, as his proctor, the charges to fob.

Then a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

Lord Chamberlain Peter, all martial his state,

And teach-he knows how-all the footmen to wait;
Lord Steward, little Taylor presides at the table;
And Maberley (Count of Bazaar) in his stable;

Hay, oats, beans; horse-cloths, mops, bushels, and sacks! Then a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway! And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

Lord Althorp his title and rank will resign,
Content by his own native merit to shine :-
And all his friends tell us that 'tis not too late
To teach him, as porter, to open the gate:

To manage the claims

Of the Irish, he names

In his absence, Jack Smith and the straight-sighted James;
Then a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

Small Tankerville smiles, his old place to secure,
And looks with his wand, like a lark on a skewer:
Lord King has do definite office-but brings
His name to excite a due hatred of Kings!
To manage the stage,

The actors engage,

And to play Master Ford, is Lord Blesinton's rage.
So a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

With a gown on his back and a wig on his head,
As touchy as tinder-as heavy as lead,

The Speaker-elect, in his privilege dress'd,

Lets loose his own tongue, but ties up all the rest! 'Tis a very great place

For a man in his case,

Who is now but a kind of house-steward to his Grace.

But a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!

And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

At the head of his Guards, to discomfit a mob,
His Highness is pleased to commission Sir Bob;
No blood he e'er lost, and no blood he e'er drew!
Expelled each old service, he's fit for the new!
But as some folks demur

To his title of Sir,

He means to invest him again with the spur.
Then a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

Joe Hume-with one page of a delicate mien-
Embarks as Lord Rector of New Aberdeen:
He offers, besides, with a zeal that ne'er slumbers,
To lecture on English, ship-building, and numbers.
Moreover the "Ractor"

Wull act as "Dissactor,"

And paymaster, postmaster, clerk and contractor!!!
Then a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais !!

'Twas settled that little Grey Bennett should rule,
With sugar-cane sceptre, the Black Sunday School;
In pungent salt pickle, his rods he had dipped;
Yet then he'd have wept all the time that he whipped!
But it seems that of late

He has got an estate;

And stays here in England to pipe and to prate.
So a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

To sing such great statesmen and morals so pure,
His first bard is Bowring--the second Tom Moore,
Leigh Hunt was refused, as a cockneyized calf,
And Rogers, for being too comic by half!
For me, I confess

I am paid to express

My love for Poyais, and I can do no less.

So a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway!
And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais!!

John Bull.

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SKETCHES AT BOW-STREET.-No. IV.

THERE was a damsel. - one Miss Hannah Maria Juliana Shum-charged by the books of Covent-garden watch-house, with having robbed a young gentleman of a golden sovereign. The young gentleman made such a pathetic appeal against the publication of his name-being, as he said, "a young man just verging into the affairs of the world," that we shall content ourselves (and our readers also, we hope) with saying, he was simply a young gentleman of little person-and that little made the most of secundum artem; that is to say, the boot-maker had lengthened him at one end, and the hair-dresser at the other; whilst his tailor had done all that padding could do, to increase his bulk longitudinally.

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The damsel-Miss Hannah Maria Juliana Shum, was not the purest damsel in existence perhaps certainly not the purest in attire, and her face, pretty as it certainly was, would have been all the prettier for a commodity of soap and water. But in describing the persons of this rather ill-matched pair, we shall forget their adventures. They were thus then:

The young gentleman left his home on the preceding night, with the intention of going to the play, but in his way thither he met Miss Hannah Maria Juliana Shum, and she looked at him from under her black-arched eye-brow with such a look as he could not resist. Now, since he could not resist, he should have turned his back and fled; but instead of flying, he stopped and asked her how she did. She replied, that she should be very well, if she was not so very cold; and, sighing deeply, she added"Oh! what a delightful thing is a glass of nice hot brandy and water, on such a piercing night as this!" Here was a direct appeal to the young gentleman's generosity, and gallantry, and all that sort of thing, and every thing in the world almost; and he could no more resist it than he could the sparkling of her jet-black eye. So he gave her his arm and his heart together, and looking round he saw the words, "Fine Cognac Brandy, neat as imported," staring him full in the face, from the windows of a tavern, most opportunely opposite. What was to be said for it? Nothing at all. In his opinion the brandy and water was now inevitable, and they went into the tavern and drank a glass; and so delightful did