T. What sir! did he not nobly fight, and return the fire? P. That he did, sir, in the air. T. But do you mean to say that he flew from the shot? P. Oh no, sir, for he received a mortal wound in the tail. T. Well, come come, I find you are a good lad, and learn your lesson.--But I was about to say that this big Battersea Hermit said a short time back that your Unions must be suppressed, for that, while you are united, the Wolves of St. Stephens cannot easily prey upon you.--But, my good children, you that are of the flock of the Unions, be firm, and Attwood your Shepherd, will defend you from their avaricious jaws. Now, you sit down, while I hear little Radical his lesson.--Now Radical---- P. Here, sir. T. Let me hear you say the lesson I set you--now, go on. P. A--was an Addled-egg, of a pension most rare, B--was one B....y, that call’d her his dear. T. That’s right, my boy. P. C--was a Chapel. St. Stephens by name, D--was the Dukes who sit there in shame. E--was an Eldon, who’d put down penny papers, F--was one Franky, who now can cut capers. G--was the Gammon for the people invented, H--was one Hobby with cabbage stumps pelted. T. Very good, my lad. P. J--was a Jury, whose verdict was right. K--it was Knowledge, that’s power and might. L--it was Loyalty, that once reigned in each breast, M--was the Millions that now are oppress’d. T. Very true, my boy. P. N--was a Noble, a mad Scottish fool, O--was O’Connell, of the Patriot’s school. P--was the Peelers, whose glory is past, Q--was a Question--how long will they last? R--was Reform, that was spoilt in the nursing, S--it was S----y, that old Ireland’s cursing. T--was the Times of Old England’s distress. U--is the Unions Placemen wish to suppress. V--is the Verdict of a few honest men, W--is the Whigs, who’d that verdict suspend, X--is the cross with which it will end. I can’t say any more, sir. T. There’s a good boy, now get your spelling book, and I will hear you read the Fable of the Ministers in Danger. P. (_Reading._) There was a Ministry in Danger of a Turn-out, and many were their opinions concerning the best plan to be adopted to secure their seats, when a noble Hermit said there was nothing so good as a Coercion Bill; an Ex-Chancellor (called Bags) said a Coercion Bill might do very well, but there was nothing so good nor so essential as the Suppression of the Penny Press; but their Wise and Grey old Leader being present said, gentlemen, you can do as you please, but take my word there is nothing like the Destruction of the Unions. T. There’s a good child--now you sit down, and I’ll hear young Anti his spelling and meanings. Now Anti. P. Here, sir. T. Spell me Attwood. (The boy here spells the words, and gives the meanings as follows.) A tough wood of a good grain, grows in Birmingham, and is used as the principal material in building up the Unions.