And many of us have thriven in this Saxon-settled land, And all of us have multiplied, till we're a goodly band, And throw a fourth of Gotham's votes, be pleased to understand. And some of us are lawyers, and have risen to rank and riches What a bloody shame to say of us we don't wear any breeches! And since we tolerate the laws and keep them we must, when And though you all are heretics, don't tread you in the dust, Considering these services, we've not the smallest doubt That you'll proceed immediately to kick this Bulwer out; And if it should bring on a war, we're ready for the slaughter, We'll talk as big, and run as fast, as we did across the water, And so of course Your Excellency will do all that's right, And we, your said memorialists, will ever swear and fight. "Ever pray" was too pacific for the order of the night, So they amended as above, which pleased the meeting quite. A SPECIMEN OF THE PUFF POE TICAL. Spirit of the Times, July 1851. I HAVE a friend one P. C. K - Champagne wine is good I wot, And you're almost froze From the tip of your nose To the tips of your toes, Then how your heart glows as the beverage flows When the sun's fierce rays Set all in a blaze And your blood seems to boil And your butter turns oil And the freshest of chops and steaks will spoil And your collars drop down And there is n't a soul that you know left in town, From this stanza, and thinks Such an insinuation might possibly stop all his Leave it out and be blessed, Or fill up with asterisks as he likes best) Beseechingly wooes The balmiest breezes of eve to come at her In short, under every stage of thermometer Some years ago there was going on There was still more talk about Cordon Bleu Will talk to you half an hour about Schreider; But pallida mors who lets none escape If any one's cross or troubled with spleen, he But I'm sure there never was any Champagne * And I remember it happened to me A friend who lived in the land of the Gaul The mirth of that revelling company! The Celts that meet about the Park so notedly irascible So prominent in everything that's make-a-man-jackass-able, Could not have made more noise than we and scarce have been more riotous; We got a going such a pace no mortal man could quiet us; For one rose up and speechified and one sat down and sang Another laughed the while he quaffed until the old roof rang, And one was quoting Addison and one was quoting Rabelais, And one declaiming Locksley Hall was by no means a shabby lay And one far gone, with something twixt a hiccup and a cough in his Throat, lay along ejaculating scraps of Aristophanes. Now this was remarkably tall Champagne But nothing to that of P. C. K. And if you would know Where you must go I've had to strike out the name because the brand is n't now what it "used to was". 1857. To find the wine Whenever you feel like a fit of the blues. For there is the office of P. C. K., And there you will find the best Champagne. THE UNTRUE AND MELANCHOLY HISTORY MARGUERITE GAUTIER. "Spirit of the Times," July 1853. MISS GAUTIER was a very nice girl, Big blue eyes and golden hair; And her style and her figure were very complete, Were remarkably neat, And her name was Margaret (in French Marguerite). "Sweets unto sweet," the strict conclusion brings, The prancing "steppers," and the gilt coupe; But alas! for the visions of ladies romantic! Had no money to pay For all the fine things she would have every day. In such a tight place being Margaret Gautier, Though it may be quite fine, Should ne'er be adopted by any of mine. She kept, and she hung out no end of amans, Now you won't understand me as meaning t' advance An every-day case in our populous cities; As Margaret Gautier; Only we don't so prize 'em Every day, in a different way, First in a novel, and then in a play. But this is a trait of French civilization, That's greatly conducive to edification, As yet we are not so far forward; but ah! In the good time that's coming, nous changerons cela. When socialism over all orders and ranks is, And folks love in leashes, and live in phalanxes, |