of insanity. Down he
dropped on his bended knees before the object of his love; out he poured
his touching addresses, lisped in the blandest, most persuasive tones; and
what was his answer? Scoffs, laughs, kicks, rejection! Even Johnny
Russell's muse availed not, though it deserved a better fate. It gained him
a wife, but could not win the electors. Our readers will discover the
genius of the witty author of "Don Carlos" in the address, which, though
rejected, we in pity immortalise in PUNCH.

Loved friends--kind electors, once more we are here
To beg your sweet voices--to tell you our deeds.
Though our Budget is empty, we've got--never fear--
A long full privy purse, to stand bribing and feeds.
For, oh! we are out-and-out Whigs--thorough Whigs!
Then, shout till your throttles, good people, ye crack;
Hurrah! for the troop of sublime "Thimble-rigs!"
Hurrah! for the jolly old Downing-street pack.

What we've done, and will do for you, haply you'll ask:
All, all, gentle folks, you shall presently see.
Off your sugar we'll take just _one penny a cask!_
Only adding a shilling a pound on your tea.
That's the style for your Whigs--your _reforming_ old Whigs!
Then, shout, &c.

Off your broad--think of this!--we will take--(if we can)--
A whole farthing a loaf; then, when wages decline,
By one-half--as they must--and you're starving, each man
In our New Poor Law Bastiles may go lodge, and go dine.
That's the plan of your Whigs--your kind-hearted, true Whigs!
Then, shout, &c.

Off the fine Memel timber, we'd take--if we could--
All tax, 'cause 'tis used in the palace and hall;
On the cottager's, tradesman's coarse Canada wood,
We will clap such a tax as shall pay us for all.
That's the "dodge" for your Whigs--your poor-loving, true Whigs!
Then, shout, &c.

To free our dear brothers, the niggers, you know
Twenty millions and more we have fix'd on your backs.
'Twas gammon--'twas humbug--'twas swindle! for, lo!
We _undo_ all we've done--we go trade in the blacks.
Your _humanity_ Whigs!--_anti-slavery_ Whigs!
Then, shout, &c.

When to Office we came, full _two millions_ in store
We found safe and snug. Now, that surplus instead,
Besides having spent _it_, and _six_ millions more,
Lo! we're short, _on the year, only two millions dead_.
That's the "_go_"