[4] _Vide_ the _Economist, passim_; more especially that amusing and delectable series of articles, penned for the purpose of demonstrating that Free Trade enhances the value of grain. V. Huxtable's pigs, though replete with ammonia, Never worked any such wonders as these; Barley from Mecklenburg, grain from Polonia, Butter from Holland, American cheese; Bacon gratuitous, Cargoes fortuitous, Float to our coasts with each prosperous breeze. VI. What need we care though a desperate peasantry Prowl round the stackyards with tinder and match? Blandly we'll smile at such practical pleasantry: Downing Street is not surmounted by thatch. We're not prohibiting Some gentle gibbeting When the poor starving delinquents you catch. VII. Cobden, our oracle, swears it is vanity Ever to dream of protection again: Wilson declares it is downright insanity, Also he proves it by figures and pen. Sheets arithmetical, Clearly prophetical, Flow from the quills of these eminent men. VIII. Likewise M'Gregor, that brilliant Glaswegian, Whom we desiderate always to speak, Hath, by the aid of some second-sight Stygian, Promised us shortly two millions per week. "Whaur shall we pit it, sirs?"-- Wait till you get it, sirs! Zooks! what a prospect of bubble and squeak! IX. As for you paltry persisting Protectionists, Why should you prate of the labourer's cause? Don't you observe you are mere Resurrectionists Trying to get at the grave of the laws? Honest Peel strangled them, Then the Whigs mangled them, Coffined, and sank them with Cobden's applause. X. Any such notions I think you had best bury Deep in the grave where your idol is laid: Then, from the lips of the member for Westbury, Take a sound lesson in matters of trade. List to his prophecies-- We'll keep our offices Snug, till your final conversion is made. XI. Deuce take those breechesless rascals the Highlanders! Let them go starve on their beggarly hills: Irish impostors, and kelp-making Islanders, Can't they find room in our poor-law Bastilles? Or, for variety, Though there's satiety, Let them be packed to the calico mills! XII. Wages must tumble, like leaves in a hurricane, Under this grand competition for work: Britons shall toil for the Jew and American, Chinaman, Spaniard, Mulatto, and Turk-- Each village Hannibal, Fierce as a cannibal, Eyeing his neighbour like Bishop or Burke! XIII.