And moreover it is expected that when the Election takes place that the vendors of dog’s meat, headed by Jack Atchley and some of the nobs from Sharp’s alley will proceed to Scotland yard to petition D-- M-- to revoke the sentence on our blessed tykes; for they say if it goes on much longer, instead of skewing up meat for the dogs they will be skewered up themselves--in some union house washing their blessed inside with water-gruel. Now behold B-- S-- of penny newspaper notoriety is again attempting to poke his nose in for Westminster, but he will find it is no go, for with Mill and Grosvenor before him, he will have no chance to walk in for our ancient and much respected borough. And all tories and adullamites are hereby cautioned not to have any dirty tricks, at the coming Election, as they had at the Guildhall Meeting, when they hired land rats and water rats at two bob a nob to disturb the peace, or they may find something in the seat of their small clothes more than their shirt tails. Thus endeth the morning’s address. LET US SAY. From all back-sliding liberals, or slop made adullamites, Friends of Reform spare us. Spare us we implore thee. From all tories who would give us such quarters as the wolf gives the lamb. Gladstone, the father of the people, save us! Gladstone, look down upon us. From being gobbled up by Dizzey’s “No Popery” bogey, noble army of liberals defend us. From Dizzey’s Guy Faux keep us we beseech thee. And oh, Lawrence, when you are made king of the city, let us have no more unseemly brawls in Guildhall. From all paid ruffians, save us good Lawrence. And may it please you, good Richard, to look down with an eye of pity on all distressed dog’s meat sellers, and take the harness from off the dogs, so that we may obtain food to supply the worms that now gnaw our hungry bowels. Grant this, there’s a dear Dickey. And oh, Dizzey, make your will, there’s a good boy, for at the forthcoming election, Gladstone and the whole host of Liberals will be at the top of the poll, and then farewell to all your greatness. And I say so be it. Henry Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles, London.--W.C. A POLITICAL LITANY ON THE TIMES. When the present ministry shall cease their humbuging tricks, and do that which is lawful and right for the benefit of the working classes, then, and not till then, shall they receive our praise. Dearly Beloved Brethren--Hunger moveth us at various times and in sundry places, to make known unto our Most Gracious Majesty, the Queen Victoria, our dreadful wants and sufferings, and although we ought at all times humbly to acknowledge our Most Gracious Majesty the Queen, yet the cry of our starving children prevent us from so doing. The Lesson for the Day is taken from the present hard times.