to New Brunswick--that's _Bunkum_.
All that flourish about Right o' Sarch was _Bunkum_--all that brag about
hangin' your Canada sheriff was _Bunkum_. All the speeches about the
Caroline, and Creole, and Right of Sarch, was _Bunkum_, In short,
almost all that's said _in Congress_ in _the colonies_, (for we set
the fashions to them, as Paris galls do to our milliners,) and all over
America is _Bunkum_.

"Well, they talk Bunkum here too, as well as there. Slavery speeches are
all Bunkum; so are reform speeches, too. Do you think them fellers that
keep up such an everlastin' gab about representation, care one cent
about the extension of franchise? Why no, not they; it's only to secure
their seats to gull their constituents, to get a name. Do you think
them goneys that make such a touss about the Arms' Bill, care about the
Irish? No, not they; they want Irish votes, that's all--it's _Bunkum_.
Do you jist go and mesmerise John Russell, and Macauley, and the other
officers of the regiment of Reformers, and then take the awkward squad
of recruits--fellers that were made drunk with excitement, and then
enlisted with the promise of a shillin', which they never got, the
sargeants having drank it all; go and mesmerise them all, from General
Russell down to Private Chartist, clap 'em into a caterwaulin' or
catalapsin' sleep, or whatever the word is, and make 'em tell the
secrets of their hearts, as Dupotet did the Clear-voyancing gall, and
jist hear what they'll tell you.

"Lord John will say--'I was sincere!' (and I believe on my soul he was.
He is wrong beyond all doubt, but he is an honest man, and a clever man,
and if he had taken his _own_ way more, and given Powlet Thompson _his_
less, he would a' been a great colony secretary; and more's the pity
he is in such company. He'll get off his beam ends, and right
himself though, yet, I guess.) Well, he'd say--'I was sincere, I was
disinterested; but I am disappointed. I have awakened a pack of hungry
villains who have sharp teeth, long claws, and the appetite of the
devil. They have swallered all I gave 'em, and now would eat me up
without salt, if they could. Oh, that I could hark back! _there is no
satisfyin' a movement party_.'

"Now what do the men say, (I don't mean men of rank, but the men in
the ranks),--'Where's all the fine things we were promised when Reform
gained the day?' sais they, 'ay, where are they? for we are wuss off
than ever, now, havin' lost all our old fri