There’s BORTHWICK, simple as a child, Myself and DISRAEL(EE); We’ll start the game, and other fools Are sure to follow we. I am a rider free and bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the Railway King Lends me a dodge or so. The evening came, the dodge was plann’d, An Irish railway grant, And sixteen million little pounds Was all, they said, they’d want. So BENTINCK, HUDSON, BORTHWICK, BEN, The measure did bring in; Four precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Away they rush’d, on went their tongues, No rest their hearers had; The speeches seem’d to be composed Of eloquence run mad. GEORGE BENTINCK his steam hobby rode With all his might and main; And up he kept himself awhile, But soon came down again. Away went BENTINCK, neck or nought, ’Gainst every timid Whig; They little dreamt when he set out He would run such a rig. Some Irish members cheer’d him on; Protectionists and all Cried out “Go at it, GEORGE; well done!” As loud as they could bawl. Away went BENTINCK, who but he Could run such pace around? He carries weight, he rides a race For sixteen million pound. And every one that saw him run Believed it was for place; Against JOHN RUSSELL they declared GEORGE BENTINCK rode a race. And so he did, and lost it too, For every one in town Where he had been on getting up, Found him on sitting down. Let’s sing I wean, long live the QUEEN, And BENTINCK long live he; When next he his steam hobby rides May we be there to see. ―――― THE NEW JOHN GILPIN. _Showing how Robert Peel went further than he intended, and came safe home again._ Sir Robert was a Minister Of credit and renown; And eke, by virtue of his place, Adviser to the Crown. Now Richard Cobden said to him, “Protected Corn has been Thro’ thrice ten tedious years, since eight- Teen hundred and fifteen. “Yet landlords and eke tenants say Of profits they despair; Despite Protection, growing corn Is a losing affair. “There’s Mr. Bright, and there’s myself, And Mr. Fox――make three; We’ve raised a League, and you must ride (As Ben says) after we.” Said Peel, “Your doctrines I admire, But I am only one; Still, if the Duke will stick to me, I’ll try what can be done. “I am a Premier stout and bold, As all my party know; And my good friends in Manchester Will lend their horse to go.” Now see him in his new Tariff, On Free Trade――noble steed! Full slowly taking duties off, With caution and good heed. Then came the blight, and fears arose We’d not have food to eat, Free Trade, from walking, ’gan to trot, Which shook Peel in his seat.