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New Grand Exhibition Of Models Of The Two Houses Of Parliament
by [?]


Come, step in, gentlefolks, here ye may view
An exact and natural representation
(Like Siburn’s Model of Waterloo[1])
Of the Lords and Commons of this here nation.

There they are–all cut out in cork–
The “Collective Wisdom” wondrous to see;
My eyes! when all them heads are at work,
What a vastly weighty consarn it must be.

As for the “wisdom,”–that may come anon;
Tho’, to say truth, we sometimes see
(And I find the phenomenon no uncommon ‘un)
A man who’s M.P. with a head that’s M.T.

Our Lords are rather too small, ’tis true;
But they do well enough for Cabinet shelves;
And, besides,–what’s a man with creeturs to do
That make such werry small figures themselves?

There–don’t touch those lords, my pretty dears–(Aside.)
Curse the children!–this comes of reforming a nation:
Those meddling young brats have so damaged my peers,
I must lay in more cork for a new creation.

Them yonder’s our bishops–“to whom much is given,”
And who’re ready to take as much more as you please:
The seers of old time saw visions of heaven,
But these holy seers see nothing but Sees.

Like old Atlas[2](the chap, in Cheapside, there below,)
‘Tis for so much per cent, they take heaven on their shoulders;
And joy ’tis to know that old High Church and Co.,
Tho’ not capital priests, are such capital-holders.

There’s one on ’em, Phillpotts, who now is away,
As we’re having him filled with bumbustible stuff,
Small crackers and squibs, for a great gala-day,
When we annually fire his Right Reverence off.

‘Twould do your heart good, ma’am, then to be by,
When, bursting with gunpowder, ‘stead of with bile,
Crack, crack, goes the bishop, while dowagers cry,
“How like the dear man, both in matter and style!”

Should you want a few Peers and M.P.s, to bestow,
As presents to friends, we can recommend these:–
Our nobles are come down to nine-pence, you know,
And we charge but a penny a piece for M.P.s.

Those of bottle-corks made take most with the trade,
(At least ‘mong such as my Irish writ summons,)
Of old whiskey corks our O’Connells are made,
But those we make Shaws and Lefroys of, are rum‘uns.
So, step in, gentlefolks, etc.
Da Capo.

NOTE:
[1] One of the most interesting and curious of all the exhibitions of the day.

[2] The sign of the Insurance Office in Cheapside.