And the whole host of Derbyites shook, as if struck with the palsy, and their chief was sorely alarmed, so that his hair stood out from his head like unto the quills of the porcupine, and he cried, Oh, Dizzy, save us! And behold there sprung up on the face of the earth a new race of people called Adullamites, who were like unto their namesakes of old, a dissatisfied and two-faced people, and like the camelon could change their colour at will. And their chief was a _Low_(e) man from the land of moonrakers; and him and his colleagues were the Reformers of to-day and the Tories of to-morrow. And they said to the people, behold we are on thy side, at the same time they were seeking how they might destroy their cause. And they combined with certain unprincipled electors, and by bribery and corruption made their way into the house of St. Stephen’s. But when they got into the house, the mask fell from off their unworthy faces, and instead of Reformers, they appeared as labour-grinding Tories. And the people murmured, saying, they are like unto Esau of old, who sold his birthright for a mess of potage, and there is no trust in them. And it was in the 7th month of the year, when the gnats bite the hardest, that the Reformers declared their intention of assembling in Hyde Park to set forth their honest claims, and hear the most truthful voices of the worthy Beale and the Delegates. And the Tories became alarmed, and W---- sent in haste to Dicky M----, the renowned head of all the poleaxes, to march with his army, and stop the much dreaded invasion. But the people said, who is he who stays us from meeting in a place that is justly our own? And they laid on for Reform, and lo! the rails quickly passed away, and not a vestige was to be seen. And when the Chief of the Poleaxes saw what was done, his nose turned as blue as his coat, and he cried, On to the charge! But behold, while he was whistling, see the conquering hero comes, a brick, hurled by no friendly hand, caught his head unexpectedly, and his charger turned and whispered, Dicky, how is your poor nob? Thus endeth the Lesson. LET US SAY, From all Tory intolerance save us, Reformers. Friends of Reform, hear us. From bribery and corruption, and the whole host of Adullamites, and all that have not clean hands, Election Commissioners, spare us. Spare us, we beseech thee. From having the Park gates shut against us, save us good Walpole. Oh, Wally, hear us. From unjust stewards, and Israelitish cash keepers, good Queen save us. We beseech thee to hear us, good Queen. And oh Derby and Dizzy, make not too cock sure that your position will be lasting, for you know not what a day may bring forth. And now to Russell, Bright, Beales, and all true friends of Reform, let your thanks be now and evermore.--AMEN. DISLEY, Printer, High Street, St. Giles’s, London. CAPTAIN JINK’S DREAM. A CONVERSATION ON THE COMING ELECTIONS BETWEEN BILL GLADSTONE & BEN DIZZY.