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e is not easily mistaken. * * * * * WHIG-WAGGERIES. The Whigs must go: to reign instead The Tories will be call'd; The Whigs should ne'er be at the head-- _Dear me, I'm getting bald_! The Whigs! they pass'd that Poor Law Bill; That's true, beyond a doubt; The poor they've treated very ill-- _There, kick that beggar out_! The Whigs about the sugar prate! They do not care one dump About the blacks and their sad state-- _Just please to pass the lump_! Those niggers, for their sufferings here, Will angels be when dying; Have wings, and flit above us--dear-- _Why, how those blacks are flying_! The Whigs are in a state forlorn; In fact, were ne'er so low: They make a fuss about the corn-- _My love, you're on my toe_! The Whigs the timber duty say They will bring down a peg; More wooden-pated blockheads they! _Fetch me my wooden leg_! * * * * * COURT CIRCULAR. Deaf Burke took an airing yesterday afternoon in an open cart. He was accompanied by Jerry Donovan. They afterwards stood up out of the rain under the piazzas in Covent Garden. In the evening they walked through the slops. The dinner at the Harp, yesterday, was composed of many delicacies of the season, including bread-and-cheese and onions. The hilarity of the evening was highly increased by the admirable style in which Signor Jonesi sang "Nix my dolly pals." Despatches yesterday arrived at the house of Reuben Martin, enclosing a post order for three-and six-pence. The Signor and Deaf Burke walked out at five o'clock. They after wards tossed for a pint of half-and-half. Jerry Donovan and Bill Paul were seen in close conversation yesterday. It is rumoured that the former is in treaty with the latter for a pair of left-off six-and-eightpenny Clarences. Paddy Green intends shortly to remove to a three-pair back-room in Little Wild-street, Drury-lane, which he has taken for the summer. His loss will be much felt in the neighbourhood. * * * * * AN AN-TEA ANACREONTIC.--No. 2. Rundell! pride of Ludgate Hill! I would task thine utmost skill; I would have a bowl from thee Fit to hold my Howqua tea. And oh! leave it not without Ivory handle and a spout. Where thy curious hand must trace Father Mathew's temperate face, So that he may eve
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