Before for us poor folks you legislate, Just try to quell this main-ia in the great. Then music drives you mad: And, Scotchman tho' you be, I know You wouldn't suffer even a Scotch fiddle; And, as for "down the middle," And such-like tricks of Dame Terpsichore, I've often heard you say they're quite as bad: And that all persons merit a sound whipping Who are found tripping. (_Àpropos_— How you'd be shock'd in France, To see, Sir, a whole country dance!) Mind! I don't say but that all this is wrong: But is it worse, Sir, than the Sunday song Of Grisi, Albertazzi, Betts, Rubini, Lablache, or Tamburini? And would it not be better first to wipe out This sin among the high and mighty of the State, Before you put the poor man's pipe out? For my part, I think _Vivi tu_ As wicked as _All round my hat_—don't you? And really I don't know How you can stop _Jim Crow_, And let the rich Carry their concerts, Sir, to such a concert pitch. And, if, Sir, I may speak My mind, your plan to gag our week (Tho' done, perhaps, with very best intention) Is but a _weak_ invention. Besides, Sir, here's a poser,— At least to _me_ it seems a closer, And shows a shocking lack of legislative skill— If nothing, Sir, 's to work from Saturdays to Mondays, Pray how's your Bill To work on Sundays? Footnote 3: Sir O. Moseley, who lost his election, they say, from having seconded Sir Andrews' Sunday Bill. [Illustration: MAY,—"All a growing!" ] MAY [1838 BOWING AND HARROWING. [Sidenote: MAY the grand Coronation give joy to the Nation! ☿ ☊ ♏ MAY the QUEEN live for ever! huzza! ♑ ♌ △ MAY Tories and Whigs run no more of their rigs! ♈ ♍ ☊ and John Bull have less taxes to pay!]