Yet-oh yet-yourselves deceive not- Thus to treat your Chief, believe not, Still those ministerial faces Grin at us. -still ours look blue And our curse!-they keep their places Still, whate'er we say or do. Then when "Ay," they loudly hollow, Will ye stoutly echo "No!" And are all prepared to follow When I to the lobby go? If rival BROUGHAM should press ye, my Listen not to him, I pray Will ye sorely thus distress me, Poor old Snouch thus turn away? Should his speeches e'er resemble Those which you have heard from me Well the Government might tremble Two such orators to see. All my jokes-you know but too wellmy dulness-none can know All But our common hopes to do well, All our confidence is shaken, One may come, but many go; By METHUEN join'd-by LEECH forsakenE'en BANKES begins to smoke us now. But 'tis done debates are idle Speeches from me are vainer still; And Members whom no places bridle Must play the truant, when they will. Like you was never party seen Nor coughed and quizzed-and sneered-and slighted, Like me has any leader been. ENGLISH MELODIES. No. VI. THE following original Song has been sent to us from Nottingham :-It seems to be in praise of the worthy Member* for that Town. We wish the Correspondent who has been so good as to transmit it had intimated the Air to which it is to be sung; it could not fail to become popular. • John Smith, Esq. seems about this time to have taken more part than usual in the proceedings of the House of Commons.-E. I. While every tongue, Both old and young, From Penzance to Penrith, Is hymning PAUĻ, Will no one call Their thoughts to Handsome SMITH. II. Taste, wit, and sense Without pretence Though PAUL be furnish'd with: They scarcely are Above the par Of those of Handsome SMITH. III. Wise Nature chalks Them different walks; Through Piccadilly's width Though PAUL may stride, Yet gay Cheapside Exults in Handsome SMITH. IV. Tho' FLOOD's the pride Of Slaney's tide, And FINLAY of the Nith ; Old Father Thames A triumph claims O'er both, in Handsome SMITH. V. With blooming grace He decks his face, And smiles to shew his teeth; And old three-score Ne'er saw before A Beau like Handsome SMITH. |