_Nosebag._ Then never mind nature; let’s talk of the Court. So the Queen’s a-goin’ to have another palace. Isn’t it an odd thing that kings and queens in our country never do get properly suited with houses? All their palaces--like their clothes--seem misfits when they leave ’em to them who comes after ’m. There was George the Fourth, he could no more live in his old father’s palace than he could get into his coat; so he had Buckingham Palace built, with a fine archway that always looks jest whitewashed. And now that’s so little that the present Royal Family fill it all up, like a cucumber in a bottle. And so we’re to have another building. _Slowgoe._ Never mind that. It won’t cost a farthing. For doesn’t Sir F. Trench say in his motion--here it is--“That while this House feels confident that Parliament would willingly supply any reasonable amount of expense for the attainment of so desirable an object, it has great pleasure in expressing its belief, that _by proper management_ of the means at the disposal of her Majesty and her Government (in aid of the £150,000 voted for alterations at Buckingham Palace), this great and desirable national object may be obtained without _adding one shilling_ to the burthens of the people.” What do you think of that? Not one shilling, says Sir Frederick. _Nosebag._ Bless you! in the matter of money, who’d trust to bricks and mortar? But we’ll say the palace is built without a shilling from the people--we’ll say it’s built. How about the furniture? Why, afore the thing’s well up, the Minister will come down to the House and ask for about half a million of money to buy rolling-pins and tinder-boxes. _Slowgoe._ But he won’t get it. _Tickle._ Won’t he? Every farden on it; while all the House, and the Speaker into the bargain, will weep with pleasure while they put their hands in their pockets. _Slowgoe._ And what will Mr Hume be about? _Tickle._ He’ll oppose it, o’ course; and so will Mr Wakley and Mr Williams. And what o’ that? Why, the Minister will draw himself up upon his toes, and, looking as tragic as if they’d killed his dearest relations, ask the honourable members if they know what they’re opposin’. Put it to ’em as men, whether her Majesty ever before asked a single farden for rolling-pins--whether above all sovereigns that ever went afore her--or that’ll come after her--she hasn’t been most scrupulous, most ekonomick in the article of tinder-boxes? He will ask what surrounding nations will think of us--higgling about rolling-pins--disputing on royal tinder-boxes; and then the House will get up, and hurray--and, as I say, weeping tears of gratitude, vote the money, as though with all their hearts and our pockets they wished it twice as much.