(Soliloquizing.)-Weel, weel,-Amen, and so be it!and joy be among them :-Yerl Grey remembered, and the country no forgotten. But there was ae green streamer I missed sair the day-ane that aye" shone the foremost" in our lang tulzie wi' the Tories,-though it would have been seething the kid in the dam's milk to have seen Irishmen muster to greet that unlucky MiniWhat o' poetical tawlent there is in our town! This original ballad before me will be selling for a bawbee in the Cowgaté, now. (Sings again.) ster. THE LEARNED FOLK, AND EARL GREY. Oh! sic a steer's in oure Toune There's readin' ilka mornin' noo, We'll surely noo gang right. Oh! Sandy, 'twas an unco sight, A' crammed fu' o' learned folk Whare dancin' used to be! There beaux, and belles, and quakers sat, An' cracked awa' about the stars, An' o' the very spheres! Oh, sic a steer, &c. They're fairly wud 'bout chucky stanes, The very bairns are learned noo, Tho' last, not least, (you'll 'gree wi' me,) 'Tis noble EARL GREY! Oh! sic a steer, &c. The willing homage o' the heart, To him we'll gladly pay; And Scotland's sons and daughters too His friends twice owre wad fill, Oh! sic a steer's in our Toune! The Provosts frae their ain Tounes, An' where but in our ain Town, Could sic a scene be found? Our moon-lit hills, and tow'ring craigs, Will guard them a' around. Oh! sic a steer, &c. An' oh how grand Auld Reekie looks! Auld Halyrood will hear the shout, The echoes waked will be, When the grace is said and the health is drunk, Wi' a, the honours three. Oh sic a steer's in our Toune, As there will be the day, Wi' mony folk, o' mony minds, A' toasting Earl Grey. Enter PAULUS SECUNDUS, alias PAUL PRY, stewed in haste. Ha! Mr. Campbell of Girnell alone !—all your friends in the Pavilion. No room yonder for moving, sitting or standing. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. There will be room for lying though,—there's aye that at such like gatherings; room enough for the bits of vain, bustling bodies to elbow their way to the side o' the wa' they think the sun shines on. But what kind of show is it? Saw ye the Lay Elder or ony o' our ain folk? -(Aside.) Light-headed, fligmaleerie creatures, the maist o' them. They would not gang, and they would not stay awa, and now they are a' there to a man,save me and Mr. Aytoun, and Mr. Wallace of Kelly; and I must own I would have liked to hear the spootin' the speeches, if it would not have compromeesed my principles, as a Voluntary Churchman, and a Radical Refor mer. It is a duty to testify against modern Whiggery upon a' occasions;-to have no trinketing or commercing with the accursed thing. How many of these lightheaded lads now would have received the accursed Act of Indulgence of the Tyrant James? and now they seem to incline the Dissenters' Indulgence to which Lord Brougham would give them. Are they a' there, Mr. Paulus? But here is one will tell me better! (Enter the Young Cantab, Mr. Sydney Tucker.) So ye are returned from your Hieland tour just in time, Sir. SYDNEY TUCKER, (breathless and with an air of enthusiasm, exclaims,) THAT'S THE MAN!-that's the man! COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. -To me, John! Do you think that I, an honest hearty Tory, would have compromised my character by appearing in such an assembly of idol and Mammonjworshippers? -No, no. But there I was resolved to be, and so went in masquerade. There were but three ways of it, either to go in with a lady's ticket, in gown and muffler, like the fat woman of Brentford, and scold among the Whig ladies JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (laughing.) My faith, ye would have been a sonsy quean. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. -To have been smuggled in as the double bass, which scarcely suited my temperature or that of the weather tonight, or to do as I did,-tip the wink to the Earl of Cork,-gird my loins with an old table-cloth,—claim the Chancellor for my master, and, boldly carrying in a smoking trencher, a bailie in chains, a bubbly-jock garnished with links of sausages, clap it before him, as a relief to the haggis. Ha ha ha! OMNES. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. Had they haggises at a grand political dinner like this? COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. To be sure, at a great national festival like this, always. I charitably flanked my bailie in chains, or steward in bandeliers, with a stoup of good claret, and was taken all the while, by the whole of the 1900 carniverous animals at work in that arena, for a jolly butler belonging to the Woolsack. SYDNEY TUCKER. But did the Chancellor himself not recognise you? COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. To be sure he did and thought it a capital joke, too -gravity apart. Had it not been for fear of hurting the dignity of the Provost, or the decorum of Bailie Gilmour, he would certainly have asked me to take wine with him under the rose; besides, some of the scandal-mongers might have said it was an excuse for another glass-a delicate point with him at this time. My plan succeeded to a tee. I had full leisure to reconnoitre the stiffbacked Dons, "high and haught," in the rear :-then slipped off my bit of bunting, glided round by The Times' small and able battalion of reporters, and down among the glee-singers to take my part in Non nobis, and sur vey the House from the centre.-Lord! what a clatter of jaw-bones, and of knives and forks upon trenchers !— the want of the later implements must now, I think, give decency to a New Zealand cannibal banquet. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL (much interested.) Saw ye Yerl Fitzwilliam ?—I hear he set off in a hurry, just as we were getting up an address of thanks to him, anent his services on the Corn Laws, and his true nobility of spirit :-but ye would see Sir John Cam ?- COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. I did see "my boy Hobbie, O." He is expected to make a flaming Radical speech :-the Radicals were like to bring down the Pavilion with their thundering cheers of the Lord of Lambton. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL (fidging fain.) Say ye sae man!-'Od, I wish I had been there to hear him. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. Why, I know you were picked for a steward, and pressed to appear. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. And many Tories were bidden too, but neither Mr. Wallace o' Kelly, nor yet Mr. Gillon, have shown their faces. I'm no just at freedom in my conscience to share in a Whig galravitch, from which our best Radicals absented themselves:-were their names held out as a lure think ye, in the adverteesements ?-But what is the general character and complexion o' the meeting? COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. A pull more,—I am consumedly hot :—why, decidedly Blue and Yellow about the heart, with blotches of the same grim hues, placed for effect here and there,-Whig fuglemen planted to give the signal when to cheer-and what:-bell weathers, John, to lead the silly sheep. Gradually from the centre the hue takes a deeper and more decided tinge, till the outskirts glow ensanguined, tripledyed red-wude Radicalism-ready to burst into flame at the first scintillation of John Cam's eye. This is a faithful report, John. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (rising.) Where's my hat?-'Od, I man gang:-the best of the night's to come yet. I'll creep in amang the fiddlers, or ony gait; but I canna' act the flunkey like you, Mr. Blarney. It's no callin' for the dignity of a human creature, that becking and binging to a poor, forked, naked mortal like ane's sel.' But how looked the auld Yerl at his queer colleague? After what has been surmeesed, the twa would be watched by many eyne, as close as cats do mice, or courtiers Kings. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. My Master was judiciously chary of his blarney upon this occasion. He has indeed lavished it all upon his gracious master. A rum friend he has been of monarchy, first and last. And, as for the pokerly Earl,—all affability to-day, however, he would no more deign to notice the partaker of the gale, than the highest tower of Howick Castle would to kiss its hand to the village workhouse. Brougham only observed JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. Ye need not tell us what he said, for I have read every word of his speech in the Spectawtor. I scarce expected Harry to be so candid. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. Ha ha! ha! You have?-and a capital speech it is: "My Fellow Citizens, THOSE HANDS ARE CLEAN!" That was a coup de theatre,-to us especially, who had heard it nine years ago, and read the speech before dinner! I thought some of the Glasgow gentlemen would have choked, and expired in the Pavilion, in the midst of a guffaw. He will certainly crucify the author of that speech JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (sulkily.) Ye are a Tory, Mr. Blarney-The hands are well enough as hands gang. Nobody has a right to find much fault with the hands. The auld Yerl's fingers are, at least, as tarry as the Chancellor's—and no' little ha sticket, if not to, yet about them.. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. You, like all his damned good-natured friends, will let no one find fault with the Chancellor but yourself, John. I have no fault with his hands any more than you. I daresay he rinsed them for the occasion, with some of the Useful Knowledge cheap soap, described in the Far mer's Series. I am sure I meant not to offend you or any Whig. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. Whig! I'm no Whig, Sir; but I say the hands are no' to compleen o', nor the head neither-if the heart were right the conscience purged o' the perilous stuff now barming in it. And for a' that's come and gane, and for a' that is said and jaloused, it will go hard to make me believe that Henry Brougham is the twa-faced-but I canna deny but that he is twa-faced, and idiotically twa-faced but I canna believe-and what is more, I winna believe, he is the Judas loon,-traitor and flatterer of a' sides, that's alleged: as for The Times, it's but at best art and part, and so disqualified for a fair witness, Weel, I'm mad with him, more for his own sake than for the sake of the abused country. It can do wanting him. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. "And to be wroth with what we love Doth work like madness in the brain." Out of his own mouth only will you condemn him? JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. No: not out of his mouth. He was aye slack and slippery i' the jaw. It's a lawyer's fault, and it seems it is a privilege of genius; but wae am I to say, that by his deeds I must judge and condemn him. He has rendered but a lame account of his stewardship. He, if not a universally condemned man, among all liberal and all honest men, is yet a sorely distrusted one. But he's fairly at bay now, and a real Teeger---- Aye, yerk him as e'er did the Janiter of the Hie Schule -where I'm told he was just the same tricky, mischievous deevil he is still :-Well, but if I saw any sign of true grace and repentance, I would soon forgive him all that is past; for he is the man for the darg before us, and he'll be found but a kittle implement for Tory turns, even with all his sharp edges,-I wad warn them of that. Enter Young Radical, throwing himself passionately upon a jorum of Younger.) John! John! why are you losing the night here? The Elder entreats your presence. Lord Durham has made a famous speech, and the meeting is in raptures! JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, drily. So I heard, and I'm glad to hear it. It was wisdom in that Lord not to attempt explanations, Brougham ruins himself with them, by provoking people with what they fancy cool impudent apologies. But I'm hopeful of all men, and mightily pleased to hear the Yerl of Durham bearded the great orator, as ye tell me. I would gi'e twa and a plack for a sight o' him. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. And see him you shall, Girnel :—I shall be your guide.Come, I'll entertain Mr. Sydney, with an old song, till you equip yourself.—(sings.) Orator, orator, you are mistaken, So bring forth your reasons, or you are non-suited. No tricks will save your bacon,— So, heel and toe, off they go, JOHN OF THE GIRNEL (angrily.) That's some of your Tory rants, Counsellor. Hae dune, sir ! COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. Keep temper, John,-they are all alike. Take a friend's opinion on it :-hey! cross hands-turn your partner!— Change again, and down the middle. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. Haud your ill-scraped tongue sir-you have no idea of public honesty, or public virtue. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY (holding his sides.) Ha ha ha! Public virtue, John! and you a greyheaded man-who have lived twenty years in Edinburgh, -read the Scotsman, and seen two Whig elections. But get your hat-I'm not angry-and will guide you just the same. We'll slip in up yonder among the "Four-andtwenty fiddlers all in a row"-have a good vizzy of " the august assembly," and save our principles.-And hark ye, Master Pry; remember the Radicals are a generation of Destructives, and Tories are Devourers; and so have supper on a scale accordingly. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. 'Ods, ye are a gude-natured soul, Counsellor. I ask your pardon for the freedom, and I'll just follow ye, though it will be thought, as we go up the Waterloo Brig, extering in company, the Covenanters and Jacobites are leagued against the Whigs again, as about the time o' Killicran. kie. Come awa, Mr. Sydney. SCENE II.-The Musical Gallery of the Banquetting Hall,-Ladies' Gallery on the right,—the august national assembly in front,-BLARNEY leading the way, and bearing down like a seventy-four. Come on, Mr. Sydney. Your Radical friends have deserted you to-night. Come on, Girnel. Don't be blate, man a few coins, well applied, will open any door, whether barricaded by Whig, Tory, or Radical. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, staring in consternation. The gude have a care of us a', sirs! I'm struck dumb by the haill schene! I have been in the Grand Lodge, and the Tailor's Hall in the Potterrow, but they are naething to this. It dings the vera Play-House. It's just like Solomon's temple, or the palace o' the genii the bairns read about in the Arabian Tales. That's the superstructure is, the golden pillars and the crystal lamp, pouring a flood of lambent light as if frae the wide open gates of the New Jerusalem;-as to the heads themselves, that immensity of heads, jointed and compact thegither, they remind me of nothing sae muckle as a pen covered wi' turnips-no Swedes, but big bullets o' round neeps; some wi' streaks o' purple i' their cheeks, and a hantle fozzy anes among them-laid down for the sheep to operate upon,-who, during the winter session, are amaist as keen students of Phrenology as Mr, Combe himself. But which is the great Yerl-the guest of the night? SYDNEY TUCKER. That dignified-looking old gentleman to the right of the chairman, with the star upon his breast-and not one trace of the charlatan about him. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. I see! I see! That is, I dinna see a steim :—I see a' thing at once, and I see naething-my eyne are in the mirlegoes. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. My dear Girnel, here beside you is the English OpiumEater-content, like yourself, rather to sit incognito among the fiddlers than compromise his High-Tory character; but anxious, nevertheless, to witness this national celebration. Let me introduce you. He is the man to explain your case, of seeing all things, and nothing, at the same time. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. No man can explain my case ;—but I'm much obliged to you-I'm verily enchanted. Do ye ken I think I see Mr. Jobbery, and our friend Seesaw, baith up upon the dais yonder; and also in every corner o' this great hall -round a' the four sides, and up and down the middle. It cannot be, Mr. De Quincey, but that I'm owercome wi' glamour. And you are a High Tory ?-Weel I have a great respect for an honest onything. But the Gude preserve us! how can Jobbery and Seesaw have multiplied and divided themselves that gait? It must be a visual deception, played off by the Whigs. And the Chancellor and Sir David Brewster, Knight of the Guelphic Order, are great warlocks in optics. I wish the former could fit himsel' with a pair of true specs at this creesis, that would let him see things just as they are. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY, No deception, John :-Deuce a bit of it. The Jobberys and Seesaws are ubiquious to-night,-judiciously keeping down the spirit of the meeting. SYDNEY TUCKER. The More than they can do. Nature will be up. Whigs have carried the day,—or seemed in so far to carry it ; but the Radicals are carrying the night bravely. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. My dear John, I fear you are not come to yourself yet? As the Rads have all deserted you, I intend to make much of you to-night. You must have a taste of something, Plain [John is right under us.-[He leans over the Gallery.]~Sir John !-Hist Sir John! Jog Mr. Attorney General for me, pray, my Lord Advocate. Because poor Sir John Leach is dead, one might fancy t'other Sir John buried, he seems so absorbed. Voice from below. Ha! Mr. Blarney! wont you come down. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. Hoist us up a bottle of something. Here is John of the Girnel, your namesake, who led the Crafts against you at Mr. Aytoun's election, and who will probably do it again, fainting for thirst. Voice from below. The best wine at the croupier's table, with my com. pliments to your friend, JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (pulling back the Counsellor.) Gude sake, Mr. Blarney, ye surely dinna' mean to affront us. Ye ken the Whigs want but to find a hair in our necks to twine a tether o'. (Wired cork flies.) COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. Gape, John! gape, sinner :-quick man. There may be another election soon, you guess-all civility. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. Well, though I never gape at any man's bidding,since Sir John has sent up the wine ceevily, for the asking, and ye insist,-[Drinks while Blarney holds the rummer to his head]-but what was the toast,-I maun have another glass to the toast. Ay, help yourself, Counsellor ;-one, two, three, and a gulp. But help Mr. De Quincey, now, and Mr. Sydney, who is ane o' our ain folks; and, as I was so ill-bred, I'll take another glass to the last toast, to shew I bear no malice to the Whigs, but on public grounds. What was it? COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. Earl Grey, I daresay;—but you will prose till your wine get flat,-gulp JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (rising and holding up his glass.) Yerl Grey be it,frae all the veins of my heart! His Majesty's late Prime Minister! May his next, and all future ones be just as honest, and not less liberal, and as muckle mair sae, as it may please Providence ! [Drinks]-hech! that's no bad stuff in a broiling het night. -Ye sometimes ask me, Mr. Blarney, what Radicalism means :-now Radicalism means a hantle pure and noble things, which, I'll no say you, as a lawyer, can just comprehend; but among others, it means that, under a sound form of Government, we might have lordly wine like that, for ls., or 1s. 6d. a bottle. ENGLISH OPIUM EATER. Argumentum ad hominem. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. Say no more, John. I am a Radical! My conversion shall date from the night of the 15th September, like that of some of my old hole-and-corner chums, whom I see below me. Here's to them! JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. I'm glad to see Mr. Sydney and Mr. Quincey cracking. They'll divert each other with Greek and philosophy, and auld stories about Cambridge, back there behint the double bass; and now ye must tell me where's the Chancellor,— and be quiet; I would not be ill-mannered, now I am here. That's the Yerl of Roseberry speaking: I ken him fine; he is a very Demosthenes at an election o' Peers, but we will surely hear the Chancellor once more, for a' that, and see him too. A' the leddies I'm His told, have the greatest curiosity to see his nose. power over that organ is reported to be a nasal pheno menon. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY, (raking the platform with his opera glass at his eye.) In some actors it is the eye, in others the mouth, and in the greatest of all the whole countenance which speaks. In Brougham it is said to be the nose, so say the multitude, though for my part I place the seat of his power in a certain supple, many-sided, neighbouring member. (Turns round and leans over the gallery.) Twenty jewelled Dollands, I declare, levelled from that bed of tulips at the Chancellor's nose. I don't see but it will stand the scrutiny. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (again pulling back the Counsellor.) Ye must not quiz the leddies that gait, Mr. Blarney,— that's ower impudent, even for a fiddler: we will be fund out and disgraced, and turned out by Sir Tammas and the Stewards. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. Ye are a gowk, John, with your leave; for what came the ladies here but to be looked at? But take you the Farkeeker: apply it, with all your wonted sagacity, to that inexplicable statesman, and tell us what you make of that which is conceived the greatest of modern puzzles, because people will not see that it is like some riddles, absolutely without fixed meaning of any kind. Nay, you are clapping the wrong end to your eye. Perhaps you may be right, though: in the present case common optical instruments, like common rules, may'nt apply to Hal: This way, Girnel,-gently now. It is plain to be seen, you are à man accustomed only to the naked single-eye;-here now,-this is your focus. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (fumbles with the glass.) man. COUNSELLOR BLARNEY, You're ten miles astray. How can you take that periwig-pated peer for Henry Brougham? Here you have him now. JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (with the glass.) I have him! I have him! The very moral of the pickter I bought at a broker's door, in the Horse Wynd, for a shilling, at the time of the Yorkshire election-the wife thinks a great deal o't; and there he is off again! jerking the head at the tap of that lang craig, like a jackin-the-box. Od, he's no so dooms ill-faured though! I have seen uglier men in my time among the lawyers. Confound that Sir Tammas! he comes between us ten times in a minute. There he jinks up and down to keep the peace, like a flea in a blanket. Ah! there's Harry again. Now, surely, Maister Blarney, he's an honest man :-it does my heart good to look at him. Ye mind that grand speech he made at York, and in the Queen's cause. There he is speaking to Bailie Gilmour o' Glasgow, and poke between us comes the head of our ain immortal Lord Provost ! COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. Is it the Bailie Gilmour, who represents the patriotism and eloquence of the west, upon this august national occasion ? JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (aside.) I wish he would hold the Tory cleck o' him; whisht, sirs; I'm getting a famous vizzy now. His Lordship's prosing has carried the Chancellor past the fidgets, and thrown him into one of his abstracted fits. OPIUM EATER. Into what is called in common, but loose parlance,'a brown study, Mr. [Girnel; but which more correctly, may be defined as that state of mind JOHN OF THE GIRNEL, (gazing while his face brightens.) Na! he's far frae ugly, or ill-looking either, which I have often seen very well-favoured men. He's just like a decent dominie from Liddesdale, or the Lammermuirs, or may be the Mearns, sticket in his early views to the Antiburgher ministry,-still a bachelor-gey brown i' the blacks, and apparently mair addicted to the chewing of Hebrew rutes by the midnight lamp, than either to opium, or wine and wassailry, as his detractors say. Na! There's the Whig handkerchers waving before the glass again. What stagnation conservative blethrie is going on now? But, as I was saying, I wish taking an extra glass were his warst fault. In vino veritas, Mr. Blarney-laying down the glass; but ye are off. SYDNEY TUCKER. Mr. Blarney has done me the honour to leave you to my charge, Mr. Girnel, while he pays his respects to some ladies in the gallery. Yonder he makes his way with a steward's white rod. But who, pray, is speaking below us? JOHN OF THE GIRNEL. Oh some bletherie of Sir John's or the Lord Advocate's. No but that they are both sensible, judicious men, and braw speakers; but we have heard them so often now. Are you not afraid my own tongue be heard rather loud in the loan? It's heady, corky stuff that which Sir John sent us up. I hope it will be no disparagement to me, though a Voluntary Churchman, and member of Mr. Aytoun's committee, to have it told I kissed a cup with him, or tasted of his liquor in a social hour, and me deeing o' thirst. If there was a drap mair in the bottom o' that bottle, I wad gie TAIT's Magazine, and the "Liberty of the Press," here in this corner; I daresay the fiddlers, and Mr. De Quincey, and a wheen o' the Dundee and Glasgow chaps, laughing and winking up to me, would join us. It will behove the Yerl, as the oldest Whig here of a public character, and of longer standing than either myself or Provost Spittal, to give "The Majesty of the People," so I'll not take out of his mouth the noblest sentiment ever statesman's heart conceived or lips uttered, "The Sovereign People, the source, the fountain of all legitimate power :"-Governments which are for-by the PEOPLE.-(Continued cheering from the groups of citizens below, and waving of handkerchiefs, while many stand up and look to the fiddler's gallery.) SYDNEY TUCKER. This cheering is in honour of your sentiment-your speech, Sir; which I doubt not the reporters, even for The Times, will set down to the account of that respectable Ye are a great rogue, Counsellor; did ye not ken I saw wha ye was nodding at, for the woodcock, and the guse, and the raven too? Saw ye ever so many intelligent, good-humoured, well-conditioned faces, now that they are turned up yon way, and beaming in that beautiful lamp,-all eyne directed to Lord Durham? Yes, I am proud of my countrymen; but ye need not take the trouble to repeat all that has been said about us this week in the College and the Assembly Rooms. I have heard a saying, "Go to Scotland without siller, and to Ireland without blarney. How that man must understand geography!" Now a man requires, it seems, in coming here, both blarney and siller. Ye'll allow, however, Counsellor, that this Whig display takes the shine out of your last Tory battle for your places, when ye slunk into the Assembly Rooms, by the back-door from Rose Lane, wi' muckle rangs beneath your coats? COUNSELLOR BLARNEY. I don't hear what you are saying, Girnel. The Whigs striving to keep their places?-Is that it :-you have hit the nail :-the very reason for which the Chancellor devised this feast of lean things. This Lord Grey's dirgie and the Whig house-heating in one, from which he expected to get a character; though the haughty Don has dismissed him without one word of certificate ;—not a word from the mistress either,—not a sign made from the Countess's gallery, when the King drank to Hamlet! Poor Chancellor! He will keep his place, though. (To the Band.) Play up the favourite Whig air of "Loaves and Fishes!" (He sings briskly, while the Band play "Brose and Butter.") Gi'e the Whigs place, place, Gi'e the Whigs places and pensions,----And butter both sides of their bread With jobations of all dimensions. Commissionships, Sheriffdoms, Deps.,The good of the nation our mark is; So we tickle John Bull with " Refawm," While we cut up the Squire's jolly carcass. Gie the Whigs place, place, & |