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A Hymn Of Welcome After The Recess
by [?]

“animas sapientiores fieri quiescendo.”

And now-cross-buns and pancakes o’er–
Hail, Lords and Gentlemen, once more!
Thrice hail and welcome, Houses Twain!
The short eclipse of April-Day
Having (God grant it!) past away,
Collective Wisdom, shine again!

Come, Ayes and Noes, thro’ thick and thin,–
With Paddy Holmes for whipper-in,–
Whate’er the job, prepared to back it;
Come, voters of Supplies–bestowers
Of jackets upon trumpet-blowers,
At eighty mortal pounds the jacket![1]

Come–free, at length, from Joint-Stock cares–
Ye Senators of many Shares,
Whose dreams of premium knew no boundary;
So fond of aught like Company,
That you would even have taken tea
(Had you been askt) with Mr. Goundry.[2]

Come, matchless country-gentlemen;
Come, wise Sir Thomas–wisest then
When creeds and corn-lords are debated;
Come, rival even the Harlot Red,
And show how wholly into bread
A ‘Squire is transubstantiated,

Come, Lauderdale, and tell the world,
That–surely as thy scratch is curled
As never scratch was curled before–
Cheap eating does more harm than good,
And working-people spoiled by food,
The less they eat, will work the more.

Come, Goulburn, with thy glib defence
(Which thou’dst have made for Peter’s Pence)
Of Church-rates, worthy of a halter;
Two pipes of port (old port, ’twas said
By honest Newport)[3] bought and paid
By Papists for the Orange Altar![4]

Come, Horton, with thy plan so merry
For peopling Canada from Kerry–
Not so much rendering Ireland quiet,
As grafting on the dull Canadians
That liveliest of earth’s contagions,
The bull-pock of Hibernian riot!

Come all, in short, ye wondrous men
Of wit and wisdom, come again;
Tho’ short your absence, all deplore it–
Oh, come and show, whate’er men say,
That you can after April-Day,
Be just as–sapient as before it.

[1] An item of expense which Mr. Hume in vain endeavored tog et rid of:– trumpeters, it appears like the men of All-Souls, must be “bene vestiti.”

[2] The gentleman, lately before the public, who kept his Joint-Stock Tea Company all to himself, singing “Te solo adoro.”

[3] Sir John Newport.

[4] This charge of two pipes of port for the sacramental wine is a precious specimen of the sort of rates levied upon their Catholic fellow- parishioners by the Irish Protestants. “The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine.”