But now, what with the performances at Exeter Hall and the Promenade Concerts, what with hearing _Israel in Egypt_, and _Rigoletto_, and BEETHOVEN'S _Symphony in C. Minor_, and MOZART'S _Requiem_, and _Pop goes the Weasel_, the public ear has got educated, and looks down--if an ear can look, as perhaps it can in a state of clairvoyance--on a perambulatory orchestra of free and independent Britons: independent chiefly in their playing. What then? Abolish election music? Do away with a great institution because it has been inefficiently carried out? No; to be sure. Improve it, in accordance with the requirements of the age. Don't put down election bands; but give them better music to play; not, COLONEL, that I shall contradict you if you say that there can be none better than _The Roast Beef_, &c. Have pieces composed on purpose for elections; symphonies breathing loyalty and order together with a spirit of economy and retrenchment; pastoral symphonies expressive of the feelings of the agricultural interests; marches infusing into the minds of voters courage to resist attempts at intimidation: overtures of a lofty character, different from COPPOCK'S. At Lincoln, where you could have it all your own way, you might cause to be performed music descriptive of dislike of the Whigs, and of want of confidence in HER MAJESTY'S Government. There are, doubtless, musical effects representative of all human emotions; disgust, even, at the recollection of the Crystal Palace. To prevent Ministerial jobbery, let the candidates have to find the music; composers as well as executants; base is the slave who cannot pay his expenses, and something more: like a gentleman, like yourself, and like PUNCH. P.S. Solos to the tune of £. _s._ _d._ to be performed by any candidates who choose, as they have a right, to do what they like with their own. The _Rogue's March_ would be an appropriate air to celebrate the next return of the Noble Lord the Member for London. Eh? * * * * * "SURE DERBYITES." (_As Sung by_ Sir JOHN PAKINGTON _at St. Stephen's Theatre in the new Musical Comedy of the Successions' Tax_.) Sure Derbyites were born to sorrow, Kicked out to-day, and mocked to-morrow; By Dizzy I'm snubbed, and by COBDEN I'm rated, Ne'er was Chairman of Quarter Sessions so sittivated. There's GLADSTONE swears the squires shan't trick him, And vote as they may, it seems they can't lick him. Their Taxation Area he enlarges, And a Succession Tax on real property charges. Oh! lackaday, Pity JOHNNY, lackaday!