will not refuse-a bumper to the health and prosperity of our distinguished friend and guest now in my eye, Mr Theodore. (Great applause.) OMNES. Mr Theodore!!! !!! !!! Three times three.-AIR, Saw ye Johnie coming? THEODORE (jumps to the piano-forte and chants.-AIR, Eveleen's Bower.) Our poor population Being given to propagation, He looks to the rates with an eye of woe As for plans of emigration, And bog cultivation, He abandons them to Sadler, Wilmothorton, and Co. He would think it a miracle, If much longer in curricle, Church and State, more patrum, continued to go- By an operative's son ; Etna's flames on his head-in his heart her snow. BUT when lately a void Was created by Lloyd, And the breast of Philpotto with hope beat high- To the reverend rat, Nor can I understand, Why a martyr so grand George Bankes should be deem'd-since he stooped to stay. O weep for the day, When from place and pay Back to roost in his Rochdale the false Lord goes; Have a kick for the Cad Who by treason falls, as by cant he rose. 'Tis my trust that the King, Understanding the thing, Will ere long cheer his friends, and confound his foes; "The Man-wot" o'erwhelm, Summon Bags to the helm, And a new House of Commons for Lord Chandos. Better prospects arise Before loyal eyes, And in merrier mood then I close my strain ; Fill a bumper, I pray, To the coming day, When the King shall enjoy his own again. Do you give it up? ODOHERTY (aside to MACRABIN.) MACRABIN (aside to ODOHERTY.) (Great applause.) Confound his glibness !-My dear Theodore, you have outdone yourself. Sir Morgan is really quite jealous. SHEPHERD. Haud awa', haud awa' wi' sic havers-yere a' grand chiels in your ain gaits -and now I think Tickler's beginning to look a thought yaup-Sall we hae ben the cauld heads, Mr Timothy ? TICKLER. By all means. -(Rings, enter AMBROSE).-Supper immediately. The boar's head, the sheep's head, some lobsters, the strawberries and cream, and a bottle of Champagne. (Exit AMBROSE.) MULLION. Drooping nature really begins to call for some refreshment.—(Enter the tray.)-Aye, aye, Ambrose was ready. SHEPHERD. How bonnily they've dressed up the cauld porker! My eye, Mr Aumrose, but you've made a perfect flower-bob of him.-Shall I help you, Theodore? THEODORE. So be it. By Jupiter, this garniture is perfectly Hopkinsonian! Give me the ear also. Pray, do-merci. Hopkinsonian? Non intelligo. TICKLER. THEODORE. Ha! ha! well, I thought you must have heard the story, I protest. You must know, my friend Hertford, walking one day near his own shop in Piccadilly, happened to meet one Mr Hopkinson, an eminent brewer, I believe. -Upon my word, this is better cold than hot, however-and the conversation naturally enough turned upon some late dinner at the Albion, Aldersgate street-nobody appreciates a real city dinner better than Monsieur le Marquis-and so on, till the old brewer mentioned, par hazard, that he had just received a noble specimen of wild pig from a friend in Frankfort, adding, that he had a very particular party, God knows how many Aldermen, to dinner -half the East India Direction, I believe-and that he was something puzzled touching the cookery. "Pooh!" says Hertford, "send in your porker to my man, and he'll do it for you à merveille." The brewer was a grateful manthe pork came-and went back again. Well, a week after my lord met his friend, and, by the way, "Hopkinson," says he, "how did the boar concern go off?"-" O, beautifully," says the brewer; "I can never sufficiently thank your lordship; nothing could do better. We should never have got on at all without your lordship's kind assistance."—" The thing gave satisfaction then, Hopkinson?"-"O, great satisfaction, my Lord Marquis-To be sure, we did think it rather queer at first-in fact, not being up to them there things, we considered it as deucedly stringy-to say the truth, we should never have thought of eating it cold.”"Cold!" says Hertford; "did you eat the ham cold?"-"O dear yes, my lord, to be sure we did-we eat it just as your lordship's gentleman sent it."-"Why, my dear Mr Alderman," says Hertford," my cook only prepared it for the spit." Well, I shall never forget how the poor dear Duke of York laughed! SHEPHERD. O the heathens! did they really eat the meat raw? THEODORE. As raw as you sit there, my hearty.-Come, another slice. Ha! a cork started! brose, more of that. This is the right sort. MACRABIN. Quick, Mullion! The champagne! Tumblers! Am any body to compete with ODOHERTY. (N.B. Conversation for some time not audible in the cupboard.) Except John at the Salopian, I really don't know you in a hot bowl. TICKLER. I pique myself more on the cold-but that you Munsterians never appreciate. Now hand me the cigars-do you prefer the pipe or the naked beauties, Theodore ? THEODORE. I never smoke-(fugh!)—This punch is blameless, sir. This does you honour-you would corrupt me, if I staid among you long-you would corrupt me I protest-quite delicious SHEPHERD. Corrupt you? my certy, we wad do you a great deal o' gude, my man; we wad clean cure you o' the fine gentleman, 'at we would-and we would gar ye shew your teeth in anither fashion. A man just gets a bairn for the matter of birr and venom when he bides lang up yonder-ye're just naething ava' noo to what ye were when ye first comed hame. TICKLER. Nonsense-we all adapt ourselves unconsciously to the circle we mix in— Every place has its own tone-and Edinburgh and London are 400 miles apart. Thank God! MACRABIN. THEODORE. Inverness, I presume, is still nearer the centre of civilisation-Well, I can't stand this any longer-hand me the cigars-self-defence is a duty-you may send round the jug, too, Mr Tickler. SHEPHERD. There's a man-now, dinna be blawin' ower fast at the beginning-theregenty, genty, a sma' quiet sook, hardly mair nor the natural breathin'-look SHEPHERD. Look at him--as I sall answer, he can send the sinoke out at his nostrils— na, losh keep us! he's up to every thing-there it's puffin out at the lug next! Fill, Odoherty and pass.-Are you and Theodore going into the Highlands? ODOHERTY. Not we, truly-we have other fish to fry-I say, with Old Captain Morris, "The sweet shady side of Pall-Mall" I'm off to town again, next steam-boat-the approaching dissolution will not permit any further extension of our tour just at present. TICKLER. What do you think of the result? ODOHERTY. O, a roaring Protestant House of Commons, as sure as a gun-a good strong Tory government, without which, indeed, the country cannot and will not hang together for many months more. The King enjoying his own again, and Liberalism at a discount in Westminster as much as everywhere elsethe Church is mustering all her strength, and woe to the Papists when the tussle comes! TICKLER. You may flatter yourselves as you please-my opinion is, that the utter want of Talent, Courage, and Union, which has caused the present condition of the Tory party, will keep it where it is. With grief do I say it, I adhered to that party, boy and man, through evil report and through good report, for sixty years, sir-I served it zealously with tongue and pen, and bayonet and halbert too-and it never did any thing for me, Heaven knows-and I adhere to it still-I share its discomfiture-I cannot share your hopes-it is down, down, down, for my time, at any rate-You are young men-you may live to see better times. THEODORE. You must all be delighted to know that the King is well-really well. I was near his person half-an-hour on Thursday at Ascot, and I give you my honour his Majesty never looked better in my remembrance-complexion clear-eye bright-the whole presence and bearing as full of life and vigour as of grace and dignity. This is one great consolation to us all. ODOHERTY, His life is worth two of the Duke of Clarence's. But still, the question of the Regency begins to be an anxious one. People must be expected, in these times, to look a leetle beyond their noses. TICKLER. Why, how can there be any question? Upon what pretence could the Duke of Cumberland be passed over,-the next in order; the first, certainly, in talent; and, without all doubt, the steadiest in principle among those of his royal line who would then be left to us? ODOHERTY. Why, you are aware, he would then be king of Hanover. TICKLER. And is that an objection? His son, of course, marries the princess Vittoria -I hope they'll alter that outlandish name, by the way. ODOHERTY. My dear friend, there's the rub. Young Cumberland, or young Cambridge? On one side, the royal family (with one exception, of course) and the people of England-and the people of Hanover too, (for they're not such spoons as to wish to be left to the tender mercies of Prussia); on the other, the Duke! Do you begin to see daylight? THEODORE. Aye, you've laid your hand on the point, now. SHEPHERD. An' sud na the King him sell settle a' the like o' that? ODOHERTY. Before the flood, Ireland was a potato-garden-Fill my glass. You see, sir, here is a delicate business, rather, for rough practitioners. And you will admit, on the whole, that the whiskered Duke has some pretty considerable cause to be in no great hurry about returning to Berlin? TICKLER. They talked of his having the Horse Guards. ODOHERTY. Stuff, my dear, stuff. Nobody will have the Horse Guards-as THE old TIMES truly said when the Prince of Waterloo's reign began-except some Lord Hill, or Lord Dale, that his Highness can canter over, as seemeth good to his spurs. Perhaps the good-natured Duke of Cambridge, influenced, as he must be, by certain considerations already touched, upon, might be reckoned sufficiently en tenue-for an experiment at least. But who, that looks to the great question we have been talking of, and looks also to the noble, correct, and vigorous appearance of that true GET of George the Third himself personally, will ever dream for a moment of the Duke of Cumberland having the Horse Guards, while the Duke of Wellington has Downing Street-I beg his Grace's pardon-has England, Scotland, and Ireland, with the town of Berwick-upon-Tweed, and all other dependencies thereunto belonging? The Duke will have no other voice but his own anywhere—and I'm sure, after all that has come and gone, you'll be sorry to hear that the enormous fatigue to which he is condemned by his system of keeping all vous but his own at a distance, is already telling visibly-most visibly-even on that iron frame. He looks ten years older at this hour than he did when the Duke of Rutland's speech killed poor Canning. No speeches will kill him. TICKLER. ODOHERTY. No, truly-but this over-work-he's at it, I hear, full sixteen hours out of the four-and-twenty, and plays dandy besides-this horrid over-work will act even on his nerves-and thoroughly as he may despise the talking of the House of Commons, and the jabber of the press, I cannot easily believe that his proud heart will endure long the marked dislike of his master, and the settled coldness of the Tory aristocracy. Nobody knows better than he where the real pith of England lies-nobody need tell him, that the only party which at present gives his government any support, is the very party which, for forty years at least, has been identified with the principle of revolution-nobo.ly need tell him what must be the consequences of a continued and effective alliance with that party, opposed fiercely by all the more zealous of the other, and aided by none of the other, (for I count a few cowardly place-holders and place-hunters at their worth.) TICKLER. The Duke must have made up his mind. ODOHERTY. Yes-to one of three things-either to identify himself thoroughly with the Whigs-which he cannot do without giving them the places-which he cannot do without turning out the Peels, Herrieses, Goulburns-in themselves nobodies at all times, and now mere nobodies-so making room for Brougham, Mackintosh, and the rest of the fry-and admitting old Grey to at least a su bordinate consulate ;-or to get back the Tories-which he cannot do without turning out all the inferior Rats, and filling his Cabinet with the Eldons, the Sadlers, the Chandoses-in other words, returning to the point from which he started; or, lastly, attempt to carry on the existing system, which he well knows he cannot do through another Session of Parliament, without taking some effectual means to strengthen his hands in the Commons-in other words, take Huskisson and his tail again into favour. TICKLER. Why, no doubt, even Husky would now be preferred to Peel. ODOHERTY. By all parties. He has talents-he has tact-he could manage a decently manageable House of Commons very fairly, I don't question-and indeed, if I |