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A BALLAD BY A BENEDICT.
AIR Lvcy was leaning against tho dark bole
Of an aspen that, tremulous, whispered above her,
And the sunbeams that rained on her, down through the leaves,
Like a flock of gold butterflies fluttered about her;
Tho breeze, as it lifted her frolicsome curls,
Seemed to love so to linger and loiter around her;
For when aspen and sunbeam and breeze were away,
And it came to tho settlement, wedding, and trousseau,
A house, where in all things her taste she displayed
A carriage, an opera-box !" There is the rub"
That takes all the polish off youthful romances!
For Lrcr, whilo leaning against the dark bole
Of tho aspen that, tremulous, whispered above her,
THE CABINET COUNCIL.
From Our Own Old Traitor.
Pax.—Yes, that's truo enough, Clarendon, and of course a man might have got capital hedging, but practically I don't believe Kangaroo's the ghost of a chance. By the bye—pleasure after business— Kangaroo reminds one of Australia, and Australia (naturally) reminds one of Bob Lowe, and Bon Lowe reminds one of reform.
Sm Charles Wood.—I cannot quite understand.
Pam.—Naturally, Charles; but don't interrupt. Our position isn't precisely pretty.
Gladstone.—Personally, I should be rather inclined to say that it was disgraceful, but for three good reasons. In the first place
Russell.—Talking of places, there's a relation of mine named—let's see—oh, yes, I am obliged—named Grey, whom I should liko to see employed in the public service. He is not very clever.
Sib, George Grey.—I beg your pardon. All the Greys aro clever; r.nd, my dear Russell, if you once drop a hint to the contrary, what cn earth is to become of tho Old Whigs Y
Sir Ch ARLB8 Wood.—Although I cannot altogether comprehend
The Lord Chancellor.—If any personal allusions are made to old wigs, I resign!
Russell.—Not a bad idea. It is always a good thing for a Cabinet to get rid of an unpopular man.
Pam.—Yes, John, but people are not thinking much about you at present! Seriously, though, we ought to go to the country with a great cry.
Ghahville.—And little woolsack.
Pam.—Not bad—for you! Between ourselves, of course, wc stand to win on the Budget. »
Russell.—Do you know, I think wc ought to say something about those principles of civil and religious freedom for which a Hampden perished on the field.
Pam.—And a Russell lost his head! Somehow it rathor runs in the family still.
Gladstone.—It is not for me to depreciate the merits of the Budget, but I really think we want more than one cry. Three, for instance.
Sir Charles Wood.—There's an Indian budget, by the bye—something about taxing the talookdars, or the ryots—but what with Colonel S^kes, and what with the telegraph, and what with those Indian names which I never could understand, and what with grey shirtings and the (iulfof Calico, and banyans and howdahs
Duke Op Argyll.—There aro some excellent articles about Indian worthies in " Good Words." I write in that capital periodical myself. If you would like to hear
Russell.—I doubt whether the public sufficiently appreciate the wisdom of our Foreign Policy.
Pam.—Oh, yes, they do, John—sufficiently.
Sir Gborob Grey.—And I am inclined to doubt whether the administration of justice at the Home Office is as popular as it deserve s to be.
Pam.—Oh, yes, it is, George—as it deserves to be.
Sir Charles Wood.—Please will somebody tell me whereabouts to look in the map for—dear, dear, I've forgotten the name of the place again—but you know the maps at the office are so big, one gets quite confused in looking at them, and then the names aro so much alike, you know, all ending in " abad," or " patum," and beginning with an M or an A, or some letter of that sort, and then Lawrence writes home in the most ill-natured manner—quite unconstitutional, / call it— whenever I make the slightest error, and I wish I'd never been born, for what with Lawrence
Pam.—Come, como, gentlemen, order; I take it that wo go to the country on the Budget, with a promise of better behaviour in future.
Russell.—And a few references to the past, surely! The Test and Corporation Act, Catholic Emancipation, Reform, Free Trade, and i those principles for which
Pam.—Tho less wo say about them tho better, I rather fancy. No; we shall win, I believe, and for two excellent reasons.
Pam.—No, only two. In tho first place, we have lowered the Income-tax and cheapened tea; and in tho second place, although many of our number are deplorably incompetent
Sir Charles Wood.—Name, name!
Pam.—At any rate the opposition's woree.
Laudatur ab Hiss.
Two persons have lately been fined forty-shillings apiece for expressing their disapprobation of Mb. Sidney's comic singing at Evans's in a somewhat boisterous manner. We imagine that in future the public will have ample opportunity of hearing Mr. Sidney (or S-s-s-s-idney) perform his comicalities with a ■pLimo-forty-shilltng accompaniment.
TO PEOPLE IN SEARCH OF A THRILL.
HERE is nothing more common than to hear blazi sensationists complain of the utter lack of any exhibition or event calculated to arouse their jaded emotions. A woman torn to pieces by machinery, or a baby crushed by an omnibus, would probably excited tho necessary emotion in the bosom of the ordinary sight--, but as these are events of comparatively rare occurrence, and events, moreover, which you don't pay to Bee, they can hardly count as a material set-off to the national dearth of real legitimate sensation. But it often happens that we who complain have the very object whose absence we lament at our elbow. It is growing there, and is only waiting to be plucked. Take for instance the case illustrated by the subjoined advertisement:—
Modern Furniture.—Brilliant toned 7-ooUre Cottage Pianoforte, Two fine Gallery Paintings, "The Execution of Fauntleroy," and "The Reading of the Death Warrant," executed at Newgate by a convict, under sentence of death, and presented to the late LORD Matox Kelly; Tirroo Said's Saddle, taken at the siege of Seringapatam; Jeukt Abirsbaw's Pistol; and Curiosities. TtTU. HOUSTON has been Honoured with Instructions to »u>imlt to PUBLIC
-LM- COMPETITION, on the PREMISES, Cottage, Wimbledor-conmnn,
Surrey, TO-MORROW (Wednesday), May 17, at One o'clock, the HOUSEHOLD FURNITURE and EFFECT8, comprising iron bedsteads and furniture, feather bedi and bedding, mahogany chests of drawers, and the usual chamber appendages, rosewood, loo, and other tables, couches, easy ch*ir«, and sets of chairs, book-case, chiffoniere, Brussels carpets and rugs, cbimnej-Klassea, engravings, about twelve dozen of wines, a handsome double and two single-barrel guns, flf-haig-rodt and tackle, two capital hives of bees, and numerous useful effects. -on view. Catalogues had at the Offices of the Auctioneer, 14, Thornc-road, South Lambeth, S.
Now there is a house to have dined at 1 Think of tho after-dinner ramble through this gloomy museum of horrors! Think of the thrill that it touch of the trigger of Jerky's pistol would have sent through your enervated body. Think of the quiver which would have wrung your withers for you as you gloated over " The Execution of FauntleRoy," and the " Reading of the Death Warrant," executed at Newgate, by a convict—also executed at Newgate, but by a hangman! The gibbet painted by a man who had probably had nothing elso before his eyes for weeks—who had no doubt strained his mental eyeballs to their f ullost tension in order to realize to the utmost the grim spectacle in which he was so shortly to figure as first tragedian! Then the "Reading of the Death Warrant"—by nono (f your Wards or Millaises, mind you, people who have probably had no better opportunity of realizing such a scene than your grandmother, but by a man tcho has actually had a death warrant read to him, and who is, therefore, as good an authority on the hideous emotions the operation is calculated to arouse as any man could well bo expected to be. Then tho "curiosities!" What an ugly word, coming as it does immediately after these works of art and this pistol of Jerry Abershaw's! We see the six-inch bits of stout, stiffened—horribly stiffened—rope, tho secondhand manacles, the clothes in which a murderer was hanged, the life-preserver with tho hair and dry blood still sticking to it, the knife with the dusky red stuff in the crevices of tho handle and in the indentations in the blade; a murderer's hand in pickle at ono end of the mantel-piece and the stomach of a poisoned wife as an appropriate pendant at the other. And finally the house itself, situated as it is on Wimbledon Common, and chosen, no doubt, in tho first instance, because it commanded a full view of Jerrt Abershaw as ho swung in chains with the fat crows circling over his decomposing head.
And as a foil to all this we have twelve dozen of wine, fishing-rods and tackle, and two capital hives of bees! It sounds odd at first to hear this rural "properties" bracketed with execution pictures and tho paraphernalia of highwaymen, and it is difficult to see what any man who could take a pleasure in one of theso groups could possibly have wanted with the other. But, after all, fishing is unobjectionable only when the fish are put quickly out of their misery, and there is Bomo physical analogy between a trout dangling at the end of a lino and a man dangling at the end of a rope. And the time must come when tho bees must be smothered with sulphur fumes, and we can imagine the spirited proprietor carrying out the usual formula with all the burial-service accessories of a Newgate execution.
By this time the sale is over, tho contents of this Chamber of Horrors are dispersed, and each sensation articlo is perhaps destined to form
THE DRAMA AT THE MUSIC HALL,,
Under The New Permissive Bill.
Scene.—In front a music-hall. In the middle, a proscenium. At the back, interior of the tent of Brutus, in the camp near Sardis. Brutus and Cassius inside; outside, gents, and snobs of both sexes, and waiters rushing about with liquors and collations.
Cassius.—That you have wronged me doth appear in this.
Gent (infront).—Here, waiter, I ordered a chop, and you've brought me a Welsh rabbit. Wish you'd keep your bees'-wax to polish your furniture.
Cassius.—In such a time at this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Gent (no. 2).—Remember the waiter, indeed! What, after two-andninepence for a chop and stout?
Brutus.— You, yourself,
Are much condemned to have an itching palm.
Gent.—Two sizes of gin, 'ot!
Cassius.—You know that you are Brutus that speak thus,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Gent.—Now do look at this steak! Why, it's really raw—rate, sir! Brutus.—Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake? Gent.—Oh, here —come, you know. This is slow, I shall step . Move your chair, 'Arry.
Cassius.— You forgot yourself
To hedge me in.
'arry.—Oh, 'ang it, you know! Don't go yet. Sit still, and let's have another whisky and worter.
Cassius.—Urge me no more; I shall forget myself.
Have mind upon your health; tempt me no further.
Waiter.—Two sixes is fourteen, rabbit, twenty; here's your change, sir.
Cassius.—Ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this?
And it shall please me well. For mine own part
(Symptoms of discontent among the audience. Derisive cheers, hisses, and cries of " Off, Off," and " Cut it short.")
Cassius (cutting it short in deference to public sentiment).—Oh, Brutus! Brutus.—What's the matter?
(Yells and frantic display of disapprobation by the audience. Curtain falls to avoid a riot.)
Facetious Visitor.—Hor-ther! Hor-ther!
Enter Buffoon, amid loud cheering.
Audience.—Hooray! it's all right! 'Ere's Neddy Bray!
(Neddy Bray dances maniacally, singing to the air of " The Cure.")
Once more again, admiring friends,
You see as 'ere we are;
The life of Jools Cesar.
To prove himself a par
Hi« " Wee de Jools Cesar!
De Jools Ce-sar-har-ar-har-har,
(leaps ten feet high at each syllable.) His wee de Jools Ce-sar;
(Turni a somersault in the air.) Oh, bless his jolly Roman nose,
(Dances on his head.) And that of Jools Cesar !
(Spoken, " Oh, scissors ! ")
(Forms himself into a hoop, and trundles madly about the stage.)
(Enthusiastic applause, and shouts of "Stunnin' " from the audience. Scene closes.)
A.BALLAD OF BOHEMIA.
Solemn city men and spinsters,
Dwelling in Belgravinn bowers,
Undefiled by foot of ours.
Any ugly namo comes pat—■
Mind you never call us tfcat!
It's an easy thing to judge us,
Yet it seems to mo a shame
Both our failings and our fame.
Can't you find a higher prize Than the epitaph of " Clover!"
When a man of genius dies P
If our paths are somowhat rougher
Than the paths out out for you, And our tradesmen have to suffer
(Whioh our tradesmen often do)— If occasionally Bacchus
Holps Apollo guide the pen, You should pity—not attack us,
You untcmpted city men.
If, when mirth and music kindle
What is best in each and all,
Ere the mirth and music pall—
Till the larks sing overhead, Why, of course we often wake up
When the lambs are off to bod.
Art, perhaps, may lessen slightly
Our belief in L. S. D.,
In its own freemasonry.
Seo that never foot of ours Press the costly Kiddorminsterg
Of your trim Belgravian bowers.
FROM OUR STALL.
When the names of Messrs. Brouoh and Hallhiay appear in connection with a new and original faroe, we, who go pretty often to the theatre, know that tho new and original farce in question is not to be criticised by those stern rules of probability and dramatic unity with which wo are accustomed to test the plot of a throe-act comedy. We go prepared to feel no surprise when wo Bee a tyrannical old guardian bonnctted by a saucy lady's-maid in his own employ; and we agree to look upon such an incident as a total stranger walking into a respectable city magnate's drawing-room, and taking the magnate in question for his own butler, as a domestic event of every-day occurrence, on a par as to probability with tho mistaking another man's hat for your own on leaving a house after a dinner party. With these dramatic twins nothing appears so probable as that a policeman in a tablecloth should be mistaken for an apparition, except, perhaps, that when an honest and othorwiso respectable gentleman loses his clothes at an hotel he should break open the first portmanteau he comes across, and dress himself up in the jockey-clothes of its proprietor. But these "situations," obtained though they bo at tho expenso of social probability, arc always amnsing, and in the laugh with which we recognize tho difficulties into wliich Mr. Toolb'b unpardonable behaviour invariably drags him, wo forget the serious demands which they have made upon our credulity in order to bring about the necessary complication of events.
Messrs. Brouoh and Halliday's last farce, Up Stairs and Down Stairs, produced last week at the Strand Theatre, is as improbable and withal as laughable as tho Area Belle and The Steeple Chase. One Sir Leicester Squaretoes resolves to abolish the system of percentages in his household, and informs his servants of his determination, to the intense disgust of the establishment in general, and of one Snipper, a footman, in particular. Snipper has a taste for cheap novel-reading, and becoming imbued with tho spirit of tho London Journal and other periodicals of a similar description, cheats himsolf into the belief that ho is the long-lost son of a duke. Sir Leicester overhears his flunkey describing bis probable origin to the lady's-maid, and with tho view of curing him of his romantic folly he informs Snipper that
he (Sir Leicester) turns out to be a usurper, and that Snipper is the rightful owner of the property that has hitherto been looked upon as Sir Leicester's. Upon this Snipper calls the sen-ants together, informs them of the change in his condition, and announces his intention of disallowing per-centage from tradesmen to servants. He then proceeds to make love to Sir Leicester's daughter, upon which Sir Leicester is driven to tho humiliating confession that it was all a joko. We confess that our sympathies were throughout with tho servants, and we rejoiced when we found their contemptible master utterly dumbfoundered by Snipper's behaviour to his daughter. May all baronets who condescend to play practical jokes on their own flunkeys meet with as severe a punishment! Whether the result of his manoeuvres was to check tho system of extortion in his family, whether he retained in his establishment the flunkey who had kissed his daughter, whether Snipper coased to consider himself tho heir to a dukedom, and, if he did, what it mattered, are questions which are not satisfactorily decided. But as the dialogue is good, the "situations" funny, and the acting of Mr. Toole as the self-possessed flunkey all that could be desired, it will bo understood that the mystery in which these questions were shrouded detracted in no way from the perfect success of the piece.
What a time this is for revivals! High Life Below Stairs at the Olympic; the Miller's Daughter at the Haymarket; Mr. Stirumo Coyne's capital comedy, Everybody's Friend, at the Olympic; Guy Mannering, The Beggar's Opera, and Midas at Astlcy's; Don Ca:sar lit Bazan at tho Lyceum; Fazio at tho Adolphi; and Comus at Drury Lane.
By the bye, M. Giovanblli, the proprietor of Highbury Barn, has done mnoh to iinprovo tho taste of the "dancing-tavern public by opening his new theatre, the "Alexandra," at Highbury. Of matters connected with his new venture wo will apeak next week.
It cannot be too generally known, we are sure, that Mil. Arthur Skbtchley, who has far some weeks been incapacitated by severe hoarseness from relating the misfortunes of the immortal Mrs. Brown, has again taken up that injured female's case, and the onoe more thronged with enthusiastic sympathizers.
We are happy to be able to furnish a prophetic report of tho debat that will take placo on the motion for adjourning over Derby day.
Lord Palmerston.—I rise, sir (laughter) to move (miieh laughtei) that this House shall adjourn (roars of laughter) over Derby day. | (Loud and long continued laughter, in which the noble lord heartily joined.)
Mr. Disraexi.—Sir, there are times when tho genius of a free people rjses superior to the trammels of faction and tho claims of party; when the voico of tho whole nation can be heard in no discordant accents and with no uncertain utterance. In seconding the motion, I would avoid all reference to questions that can provoko dispute. I will not hint that family affection, excellent in a private citizen, may occasionally be indiscreet in a Lord Chancellor; nor will I taunt the noble lord with being a minister on sufferance, a mere man in possession, placed by the opposition on the Treasury bench. No!
Mr. Roebuck.—Sir, I cannot forget that I represent the people of England. Sir, I am the watch-dog " Tear-'em." Sir, has this house forgotten, or is its ignoranco so gross (cries of" Oh! oh !")—I repeat tho expression—so gross, frightful, and admirably infamous, that it disregards the fact that a prominent favourite for the Derby is a French horse? Oh, England, my country! Oh, Sheffield, my constituency! I warn this House to beware. My sentiments and modes of expression may perhaps be peculiar (loud and general cries of " Hear, hear !"); but I warn you that you stand on tho brink of a volcano, and that the agents of a foreign despot are undermining tho integrity of the British turf.
Mr. Whalley wished, before tho question was put, to ask whotliei information had been received to tho effect that a horso belonging to an eminent English Protestant was in danger of being poisoned by the emissaries of the Propaganda; also, whether it was true that certain Jesuits had been tamporing with tho religious opinions of Fordham and Cubtance; also, whether it was intended to bring in a bill making it illegal for a Roman Catholic to recover a bet from a Protestant; also, whether in case Gladiateur won, tho stakes would bo given to the next Protestant horse?
Mr. T. B. Potter.—Sir, I stand in the place of a great man; and I enter my protest against any delay of legislation for tho sake of allowing the pampered oligarch, the greasy bishop, and the ruffian squire to attend a spectacle from which it is notorious that the middle and lower classes of this country are systematically excluded.
Mr. Cox.—Worry well put, Potter! (Cries of" Order I")
Sin George Grey having answered Mr. Whalley's questions in the negative, tho motion was agreed to, and
The House adjourned.
FORM, RIFLEMEN, FORM.
Energetic Officer (quite equal to the emergency):—" Prep Arc To Receive Cavalry!"
(And the gal/ant fellows were "ready."
THE NEW MAHOMET.
By A Tarty From All-jeers.
Dark folks! Mahomet's come to tho mountain'.
On my manoeuvres thore's no countin'!
I found theso Arabs a queerish nation,
So I've come down horo for their education.
I'm tho novel Mahomet, oh!
I'm the latest Mahomet out!
I'm tho last now Mahomet—me voili!
I'm Ix>uis Mahomet, oh!
(Strikes an attitude.)
Dark folks ! am you a-regardin' oh din Arab?
I'm a Riddle-y card there's no denying—
It's hard to see at what I'm trying;
But as moonshine's my little game at present,
I'm throwing new light with the ancient crescent.
(Walks round the Algerians.)
I'm the fated Mahomet, oh!
The destined Mahomet, oh!
I'm tho new French Mahomet—me tiold .'
I'm Louis Mahomet, oh!
(Strikes another attitude.)
Dark folks! am you a-roalizing ob dis prophet?
A MAN OF POSITION.
Oh, thoso advertisements! They'll be tho doath of us if wo don't take care.
AVOL-NO single GENTLEMAN, of good position, keeping; hit brougham, saddle horses, and grooms, is desirous of meeting with a family of tlmilar position in London, to whom he could offer the free u*e of the above, In exchange for PARTIAL BOABD and cheerful SOCIETY. References exchanged. Address M. A., Crosbyvilla, Twickenham.
Now, what in the world can a young single gontloman who can afford to keop brougham, horses, and grooms, want in a shabby genteel boarding-house f And how is it that, being able to keep brougham, horses, and grooms, he can't afford to pay for his bread and boef, and beer and bed, in recognized coin? The expenses of his carriage and stud must, at tho most moderate computation,' and taking tho plurals "horses" and "grooms" to signify two, only, of each, bo as follows:—
Brougham per week £3 3 0
Two saddlo horses „ 5 5 0
Two grooms „ 2 2 0
£10 10 0
Besides liveries and tips. And this Crnosus of good position, whose livery-stable bill is at the very least ten guineas a week, pants for ad mission into the bosom of a family because he wants friends. What has he done that he is reduced to these straits to gain admission into what he is pleased to term "society?" Let overy shabby-genteel family, whose perceptions are likely to be blinded by having a brougham and horses and grooms thrown into their eyes, ask themselves that question, before they close with the young gentleman of good position.