Ah! the awful time it took! Never mind; by hook or crook We have togged him trimly. Look! There he stands! His long wailings nearly hushed, Buttoned, pinned, oiled, combed and brushed, And his tight glove-fingers crushed On his hands. Does us credit, don't you think? How the chit would writhe and shrink, Get his garments in a kink Every way! Awful handful, hot and heady, Shuffling round, ne'er standing steady, Feared we'd never get him ready For the day. Mr. SPEAKER'S Party,--yes! Hope he'll be a great success; His clean face and natty dress _Ought_ to please. But there'll be no end of eyes On his buttons, hooks, and ties; Prompt to chaff and criticise, Tear and tease. There'll be many an Irish boy Who will find it his chief joy To upset and to annoy The young Turk; And, with no particular call, Try to make him squeal and squall, Disarrange him, after all Our hard work. Not to mention other lads, Regular rowdy little Rads, Full of ill-conditioned fads, And mean spite; Who will pinch and pull the hair Of our charge who's standing there, After all our patient care Right and tight. For we know they don't like _us_, And they're sure to scold and cuss The tired three, and raise a fuss And a pother About Hopeful here. Heigho! But he's ready, dears, to go. Ah! they little little know All our bother! On our hands heaven knows how long We have had him. 'Twould be wrong To indulge in language strong; But how hearty Is our joy that we have done! There now, REPPY, off you run! Only hope you'll have good fun At the Party! * * * * * TO AN OLD FRIEND WITH A NEW WIG. Delighted to hear that our friend CHARLES HALL, A.D.C., Trin. Coll. Cam., and Q.C., is likely to be made a Judge. Where will he sit? Admiralty, Probate, and Divorce Court, where wreckage cases of ships and married lives are heard? Health to the Judge that shall be, with a song and chorus, if you please, Gentlemen, to the ancient air of "_Samuel Hall_," revived for this occasion only:-- His name it is CHARLES HALL, A.D.C. and Q.C., His name it is CHARLES HALL. In cases great and small He's shone out since his call, All agree. In Court of Admiral_tee_ Did he drudge, (_bis_) In Court of Admiraltee, 'Bout lights and wrecks,--will he Henceforth be less at sea As a Judge? _Chorus._ (_To quite another tune, i.e., the refrain of_ GEORGE GROSSMITH'S _song, "How I became an Actor."_)