There are _Hawkes_ and a _Heron_, with wings trimm'd to fly upon, And claws to stick into what prey they set eye upon. There's a _Fox_, a smart cove, but, poor fellow, no tail he has; And a _Bruen_--good tusks for a feed we'll be bail he has. There's a _Seale_, and four _Martens_, with skins to our wishes; There's a _Rae_ and two _Roches_, and all sorts of fishes; There's no sheep, but a _Sheppard_--"the last of the pigtails"-- And a _Ramsbottom_--chip of the old famous big tails. Now to mention in brief a few trifles extraneous, By connoisseurs class'd, "odds and ends miscellaneous:"-- There's a couple of _Bells_--frights--nay, Hottentots real! A _Trollope_, of elegance _le beau ideal_. Of _Browne_, _Green_, and _Scarlett_ men, surely a sack or more, Besides three whole _White_ men, preserved with a _Blakemore_. There's a _Hill_, and a _Hutt_, and a _Kirk_, and--astounding! The entire of old _Holland_ this house to be found in. There's a _Flower_, with a perfume so strong 'twould upset ye all; And the beauty of _Somers_ is here found perpetual. There's a _Bodkin_, a _Patten_, a _Rose_, and a _Currie_, And a man that's still _Hastie_, though ne'er in a hurry. There is _Cole_ without smoke, a "sou'-_West_" without danger; And a _Grey_, that to place is at present a stranger. There's a _Peel_,--but enough! if you're a virtuoso You'll see for yourself, and next month you may do so; When, if you don't say this _New House_ is a wonder, We're Dutchmen--that's all!--and at once knuckle under. * * * * * WATERFORD ELECTION. The Tories at Waterford carried the day, And the reign of the Rads is for ever now past; For one who was _Wyse_ he got out of the way, And the hopes of the other proved _Barron_ at last. * * * * * STATE OF TRADE. We are sorry to perceive that trade was never in a more alarming state than at present. A general _strike_ for wages has taken place amongst the smiths. The carpenters have been dreadfully _cut up_; and the shoemakers find, at the _last_, that it is impossible to make both _ends_ meet. The bakers complain that the pressure of the times is so great, that they cannot get the bread to _rise_. The bricklayers swear that the monopolists ought to be brought to the _scaffold_. The glaziers, having taken some _pains_ to discover the cause of the distress, declare that they can _see through_ the whole affair. The gardeners wish to get at the _root_ of the evil, and consequently have become _radical_ reformers. The laundresses have _washed_ their hands clean of the business. The dyers protest that things never looked so _blue_ in their memory, as there is but a slow demand for [Illustration: FAST COLOURS.]