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HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON, TAKEN AS HE WAS FORMING THE HOLLOW SQUARES AT WATERLOO.

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THE INCOME TAX.

In the year eighteen hundred and forty-two,

It's excessively true,

Matters looked so blue, That Ministers didn 't know what to do. The Exchequer was looking uncommonly shy, Resources were getting uncommonly dry; With further remarks, 't is needless to preface it,

The truth we must own,

There lately had grown
In England's finances a thundering deficit !

The Whigs, at last, fell into the dumps ;

On timber they got some unfortunate thumps ;
The balance of parties had changed, it would seem,
The Liberals very soon kicked the beam,
And, at last, from office they stirred their stumps.

On timber and wheat,
They very soon beat

An awful retreat ;
While on sugar, to make their defeat complete,
They were forced to give in toute de suite.
'Tis a fact that's rather worthy of note,
It was put to the vote,
And decided, upon the high authority

Of a Parliamentary majority,
That the very same Whigs, whose stock of assuranee
Was said to be really past endurance,

Did not possess,
An atom of confidence- more or less.

When the Tories were out, and the Whigs were in, The latter came down to the House with a Budget, But out of their places were soon made to trudge it

By the former, who said it was not worth a pin ;
Their eight-shilling duty was treated with scorn

By the House, who 'tis clear,

Would not lend an ear
To their measure of corn.

On timber they 'd taken their ground,
But very soon found,
That they'd done themselves but little good,
When on their last legs, in selecting wood.

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MAKING UP THE DEFICIT BY TIMBER.

THE HEIGHT OF ASSURANCE,

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So the Minister went to the Queen, and said,
As he thoughtfully scratched his benevolent head :
“ Embarrassment around us thickens,
The election has with us played the Dickens,
Your Majesty, what shall we do?

I've thought it over well,
And really cannot tell,
Can

you

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When Ministers find themselves very

hard

run, When nothing, or nobody, more can be done, They all of a sudden are seized with a zeal,

To go to the boroughs, the cities, and counties,

To shower on voters the usual bounties,
Which is called to the country's good sense an appeal.

But, was it likely her Majesty could ?

The Ministers, the storm to weather,
In
sugar

and corn, it was understood,
Had already gone to the length of their tether.

For a Budget, in laying their heads together,
They had naturally come to wood;
But these had once been tried in vain,
It would n't do to try them again ;
The result was hardly a matter of doubt,
The outs turned in, and the ins turned out.

THROWING HIMSELF UPON THE PUBLIC.

It would n't do to appear fainthearted,
So candidates everywhere they started,
Who told of lies the usual tissue,
But, alas ! without the expected issue.
They'd better never the chance have run,

But the storm have stood,

As well as they could,
With their old majority of one.

And now there grew,
All the country through,

A hullaballoo,
To know what the Tories meant to do.
Sir Robert Peel, like a statesman wise,

Postponing all he had to say,

Until he 'd had two or three quarters' pay,
Asked for the usual supplies ;
Then away to their homes at once he sent,
The new Conservative Parliament.

'T is rather strange,

That they risked a change ;
For “number one,” we all of us know,
Statesmen are very

to stand on,
And to abandon
very

slow.

Are very

But, alas ! they quickly began to feel,

That the sense of the nation

Was mere botheration,
And they wished they never had made a Peel.

They found, to their cost,
That they 'd only lost,
And, like some other ruined concerns,
Had got no profits upon the returns.

But soon the time of the year comes round,
When Ministers must in their places be found.
Oh, who shall describe the gorgeous scene,

Which, according to custom, always occurs on

The day when Parliament 's opened in person
By her Majesty the Queen.
Along the park, and along the street,
Where the royal horses' delicate feet

Are about to travel,
They lay down gravel.

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