THE WESTMINSTER WARBLER, AND BRIDGEWATER BUDGET. TO JOHN TEMPLE LEADER, ESQ. SIR, The celebrity of "The Bridgewater Treatises" has induced me to collect, on a similar principle, and under the above title, a few of the songs which seem to have been most popular during the Bridgewater election, and the recent contest for Westminster. To no one surely could this collection be inscribed with greater propriety than to you. The munificence of the late Earl of Bridgewater, in promoting the spirit of research in the various departments of moral and physical science, has long commanded the gratitude of the philosophical world: nor is it fit that the expenditure of a considerable part of your ample fortune in the encouragement of electioneering, and its kindred art of song-writing, should be without its due reward. It may possibly be thought by some that a sufficiently direct acknowledgment of your well-timed liberality is nowhere to be found in any of these effusions. It is hoped, however, that there will at least be discovered throughout them all a commendable desire to do justice to those who, disregarding minor differences of opinion as to the maintenance or subversion of the Throne, the Church, and the Peerage, have so ably co-operated with you in the non-attainment of your main object. For the rest, I need merely add, with Horace, "Vivas in amore jocisque : Vive, vale si quid novisti rectius istis Thus freely rendered by your own Laureate : "Long live, with love and friendship bless'd— Long live, as now, a pleasant jest. Adieu! If Hume or you have writ Aught for our common end more fit, Send it, and earn an old man's thanks (You can't be at a loss for franks)— If you have really nothing new, Sing these with me. Once more, adieu!" SOUTHSIDE, 20th May, 1837. TIMOTHY TICKLER. HERE'S TO THE STATESMEN, THE PRIDE of our land. AIR-Here's to the Maiden of blushing fifteen. Here's to the statesmen the pride of our land, Who rule with such vigour and skill, sir; Who daily our praise and our wonder command By their progress HERE'S to the statesmen, the pride of our land, Who rule with such vigour and skill, sir; Here's to their chief, who still keeps up the show, Here's to the Watch o'er our colonies set, Here's to them all, loud though they bawl, Here's to Lord John! whose magnanimous air They try to look big, but are nothing at all, Here's to Lord Protocol! Thanks to his care, 'Twould puzzle old Grotius himself to declare Who meddle so much, yet do nothing at all. For whether he actively non-intervenes, His proofs of success he may tell the Marines, Here's to them all, from Melbourne to Maule, A snail and a tortoise are not very quick, But of all the slow coaches e'er came to a stick, They promise full speed, but can scarce go at all. Their bills and placards have a flourishing style, They're the dog in the manger, the drone in the hive, JUGGLING JOHNNY. A NEW THIMBLE-RIG SONG. Tune-" Jingling Johnny." Some sing Jim Crow, and jump jis so, And some of the maid that is blithe and bonny; But pleasanter to me is the thimble and the pea In the hands of wee wee Juggling Johnny. O my jingling, juggling Johnny, My juggling, smuggling, jobbing Johnny; Survey the juggling crew from China to Peru, There's none like you, my juggling Johnny. Some sing Jim Crow, And jump "jis so," And some of the maid that is blithe and bonny But pleasanter to me Is "the thimble and the pea," In the hands of wee, wee JUGGLING JOHNNY. My juggling, smuggling, jobbing Johnny- "From China to Peru," There's none like you, my juggling Johnny. This wee, wee man, In our reign of KING DAN is the pride and wonder; But yet they are his all And small as they are, not so the plunder. My jinking, slinking, sly-boots Johnny, You're a great charlatan My jinking, jingling, juggling Johnny. It's an edifying sight, To see him night by night-la A sketch deserving HB.'s pencil; With all his tools of trade Around him array'd, And he himself the Whig U Oh! my Whig utensil Johnny, Even for a sort of wit, Affords my Whig utensil Johnny. But the thimbles and the peasYou may laugh as you please— It's clearly on these his fame is founded; Beating Stepney fair to sticks For the sharpness of his tricks, As the public pouch he picks " with applause unbounded. ' My smirking, quirking, jerking Johnny- Has no such show, As my jingling, jabbering, juggling Johnny. First he takes a single pea, It fairly put beneath the thimble; You think you're looking on, You are so blind, or he so nimble. My prince of all the jugglers, Johnny; Would look quite blue Compared with you, my juggling Johnny. Next he puts the thimble down, That the self same pea will be found below it: He has it, as sure As he's a witch, or as I'm a poet. Oh! my cogging, cozening Johnny, Their great card DE Roos, We trump him with our Juggling Johnny, Next he takes thimbles twain, Beneath the one, that who can doubt it? For its vanish'd into air, Or gone to that which you saw without it. But you plainly feel It's vain to think of holding Johnny. You may button up your fob Against the swell-mob, But not against a job of my juggling Johnny. If for fair-play you should call, And opening his mouth with a huge hiatus, And, as conjurors know how, Swallows the whole of his own apparatus. My wriggling, sniggling Whigling Johnny— From St Stephens to Japan, And find me a man like my juggling Johnny! A HEALTH TO OLD ENGLAND, AND WESTMINSTER'S PRIDE, YE friends of your country, still true to her cause, To Church and to King has the goblet been crowned- For a health to Old England and Westminster's pride! A foe we had found him in days that are past, When faction prevailed, and the hunger of place Then speed the good cause! and ere long may we view On his brow see the oak and the olive entwined! A CHANT FOR MANY VOICES. TUNE-" The Old English Gentleman." COME, strike again the good old strain, and let the welkin ring For BURDETT bold, who fast doth hold by country and by king; |