H. DISLEY, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles, London, W.C. A SCENE IN THE ELECTION. A NEW FARCE. Performed in various parts of the United Kingdom by His Majesty’s Servants. SCENE.--_A Cobbler’s Stall._ CRISPIN _at work hammering a sole_. [Illustration] _Crispin._ By the lord of the manor, thou art a tough piece, and not much unlike the hide of my wife Bridget; for though I should beat her hide with all my might and main, I cannot shape the vixen to my fancy: Oh, you hard soles (_hammering_) are the most useless of all others, except to the wearer. If I was a leading man in the state, I should move for a law to be enacted, that good _leather_ and good _hemp_ should only be employed for smuggling courtiers, purse-proud citizens, and for parliament-men--if such a law should pass, it would be a rare thing for trade in general. Enter PANDER and SIR BILBERRY DIBBLE. _Pand._ Here’s a psalm-singing cobbler, Sir Bilberry; he has a vote for the borough, as good as the best; do not let us pass honest Crispin. _Sir B._ By the essence of lillies, thou’rt right, Pander; the scum of mobility, as well as the scum of gentry, at this time, must be attended to; ’tis a sacrifice that’s due to necessity. Therefore, may I never more breathe the mellifluous air of Montpellier, if I do not descend to request his suffrage; the controverted occasion carries a pardon for the humiliating and filthy condescension.--Master Shoe-maker, your most devoted humble servant (_bowing_), I am, sweet sir, yours to the ground. (_still bowing._) _Cris._ Master Shoe-maker! do you mean to mock me?--No, no, I am no shoe-maker, but like some of your very fine gentlemen at the head of affairs--a poor cobbler at best. _Sir B._ This fellow, Pander, has been commended by some blockhead, like himself for his insufferable bluntness, or he would never presume to be so shocking to the feelings of delicacy. _Pan._ Bear with him, Sir Bilberry; this is a time when men will say whatever comes uppermost, paying no more respect to delicacy than Æsops’s cock to his diamond. If you would succeed, Sir Bilberry, you must descend to be perfectly reconciled to their oddities. _Sir B._ I will be reconciled. Well, honest cobbler.--Do you love money? _Cris._ Yes; but I love honesty better-- _Sir B._ Honestly said. If you do me a favor, you shall have as much honesty as you please, and money into the bargain. _Cris._ Who are you, and may it please you?