=X= is a letter that looks like a cross, An emblem of the working man’s life; He has crosses enough, he finds to his cost; If he dares for to ask for his rights. =Y= stands for Yoke, the poor man must bear, ’Tis an odious badge of slavery to wear; But never mind, boys! we will weather the storm, And toast in a bumper, success to Reform! =Z= stands for the Zeal the Reformers must use, If they stick back and edge to gain what’s their dues. Here is good luck to Gladstone, is now what I say, Here’s the good cause Reform, for ever, huzza! J. EMBLETON. DISLEY, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles, London. A NEW EDITION OF THE LITANY ON THE IRISH CHURCH QUESTION Not exactly sanctioned by either Bishop, Parson, Curate, or any other Prelate. It is not to be said or sung in either Church or Chapel, but to be learnt by all persons without distinction to creed, country, or colour. Composed on the Great Battle which lately took place in St. Stephen’s House of Incurables. When the rulers of this mighty Babylon shall be like unto good stewards, and render unto the people, things that are the people’s, and purge the Established Church of its many impurities, not only in Ireland and Scotland, but in this mighty and loyal city, and allow every tub to stand on its own bottom, then, and not till then will this war cease, which has so long been an abomination in the land. Sorely oppressed and heavily taxed Brethren:-- It becomes us all to be up and doing, and assist this monster question of the day--the Irish Church Bill--no matter what your creed may be, whether it be Catholic, Protestant, Quakers, Shakers, Spirit Rappers, or Tub Thumpers, who have so long forked out the golden grain which has so greedily been swallowed by Mother Church and her hungry chickens. The lesson for the Day is taken from the late debate on on the Church Question. Now in the days of darkness, when Fat Harry, the Bluebeard King of England, joined in unholy wedlock the Lion of State to Lady Lawn Sleeves, the people were troubled with a blindness, which has continued for upwards of three hundred years. But of late, the film has fell from off their eyes, and they murmured saying, why pay we tribute to those from whom we receive nothing, and for buildings we do not enter? But the masters in lawn, replied, we say unto you, pay you must, for such is the law of the land. But lo! there arose up a loud cry for Ecclesiastical Reform, and Gladstone, their Champion, arose up in the house of St. Stephen’s, which is near unto Parliament Square, and with stentorian lungs, said, I intend to go the whole hog or none, and call upon the country to dissolve the banns of matrimony between the aforesaid Lion and Lawn Sleeves, which has so long been an eye-sore to the country.