"For fish--that bench the Speaker's left on Out-rivals Groves', to all beholders; No one can see my good Lord Sefton But thinks of a cod's head and shoulders! "Brougham's crooked shifts, and talents boasted, His slippery tricks no more conceal: Dragg'd into light, cut up, and roasted, What is he but spitch-cock'd eel? "Calvert is Salmon--on a dish Ne'er lay a thicker or a rounder; Palmer's an undoubted fish, And flat enough to be a flounder. "Sir Ronald's Lobster, if you crack His scarlet shell and straggling claws; Old Markham is a muddy Jack; And Warre and Davis Shrimps for sauce. "Of Flesh and Fowl, too, there are plenty:-- Taylor is chick for Fricasees; Coke's Norfolk bustard may content ye; Rutlandshire supplies us Geese! "Nugent would a meal afford one Who liked Calves-head without the brain; Rump-steaks we'll slice from generous Gordon, There 'tis cut and come again! "Creevey's Tripe, unsavoury stuff, Fit meat alone for dog or cat he; Henry Bennett is a Puff; And Ossulston a _petit pâté_. "Hobhouse is Cow-heel--which to cram Would need a true Saint Giles's taste; We'll put aside that dish of Lamb, Too delicate for such a feast. "Grant is a Sheep's pate broil'd and singed, And none more empty or more hot is; Hume is a monstrous bore's-head, fringed And garnish'd round with many a nottice. "Yorkshire puddings, rich in grease, Are the types of Sykes and Wyvill; Guise's brains are Gloucester cheese; Peppery Lamberton is a devil! "Parnell's a potato, mealy, Thick, as ever Ireland grew; Newport's butter-milk; and Heley Hutchinson's an Irish-stew. "For the rest, as housewives tell us, How they serve their broken trash-- Wilson, Bernal, Moore, and Ellice, Make an economic Hash! "Come, then, hungry friends, fall to 't, And, if patiently ye dine, Kind Liverpool shall find ye fruit, And jovial Bathurst choose your wine!" VACATION REMINISCENCES; OR, WHIG OPERATIONS UP TO EASTER. _Tune_-"Bow, wow, wow." A pack of Hounds of Whiggish breed, who sought to get their name up, And all throw off in gallant style whene'er they put the game up, At Brookes's met to form their plans "In vulgum voces spargere"-- Not Brookes's Club, as heretofore, but Brookes's great Menagerie. Bow, wow, wow, Tol de riddle, tol de riddle, Bow, wow, wow.