Brougham. A broom worn to a stump, formerly the Queen’s own, but now owned by none. Callthorpe. A word despised by the Whigs, but will ever live in the hearts of the People. Dan. A Patriot of the land of Coercion, where St. Patrick banished the toads, and Stanley the freedom. Eldon. Old Bags, one that shed an abundance of crocodile tears without one drop of pity. Frank. A pretended friend to the people, arrived at his second childishness, and plays at Shuttlecock with the Electors of Westminster. Grey. A dealer in humbugs: who behaved as a father to the people by giving them that which they asked for--The Bill, the whole Bill, and _Nothing but the Bill_! Hobby. A Westminster Rat, who had so often received the favours of the people that at last they had nothing to give but cabbage stumps, which he received in showers at Covent Garden. Justice. A balance between Might and Right, but always leaning to power and riches. King. A title of Monarchy, and Idol of an immense weight. Loyalty. A word nearly threadbare in some countries. Mouth. A part of the human body padlocked by law. Peelers. A body of great Force. Brave and noble conquerors of an un-armed and peaceable people. Reform. A word that filled the mouths of thousands, but the stomachs of few; a thing without benefits. Truncheon. A knock-down argument of power, an instrument of the Whigs. Union. A word despised by all Oppressors. Verdict. A word lately known as a Terror to the Blues, but the Glory of others. T. There’s a good boy, now read me the Fable of the Mountain and the Mouse. P. (_Reading._) There was a Bill which made a great noise in a certain country for many years, and they said it was in Labour, and the People looked with hopes for a Production of great Benefits, and great was their joy at the thoughts, when after many months pain and anxiety, it produced a Mouse. T. I hope my children, this will be a warning to you, never build your hopes on the promises of those who are reaping the harvest of your labour, for they will take away your Substance, and leave you the Shadow to feed upon. You trusted to Whigs, and the Tories turn’d out, Now which of the two is the best there’s a doubt; For the Tories and Whigs are all birds of a feather, May the D----l come soon and take both together. J. MORTON. QUICK, Printer, 42, Bowling Green Lane, Clerkenwell, and at 8, Little Paternoster Row, Spitalfields. NEW DIALOGUE AND SONG ON THE TIMES. _Bill._--Good morning, Jack, I’m glad to see you. What’s the meaning of all these Spinners, Piecers, Weavers, Winders, Grinders, Strippers, Carders, Doffers, Stretchers, Throstle Spinners, Bobbin Winders, Frame Tenders, and all those folk that work in these places with big chimneys at top of um’ walking about?