new world's jeers,
Your country's honour exposin' yet?

Hey, ABERDEEN, are ye twaddlin' yet,
And over yer red tape dawdlin' yet
About NICK'S good faith,
And his power, and baith,
To your weary colleagues a maudlin' yet?

Hey, ABERDEEN, are ye Premier yet,
We must have some cleverer schemer yet,
Or the Russian cat
Whom ye love to pat,
Will be over to lick up her cream here yet.

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"The true art of dining consists in dining at your country's
expense."--_Young Stafford._

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FESTIVITIES IN SOUTHWARK.

A SPLENDID banquet was yesterday given by MESSRS. PUE and PHITT to their
friends and connexions, to commemorate what may be termed the coming of
age of their establishment; the extensive bone-boiling and
horse-slaughtering concern, and catgut manufactory, situated in a
densely populated part of the above district: which, having now arrived
at the standing of 30 years, is exempt from the operation of the
Nuisances Removal Act.

Dinner was served in a large shed on the premises, fitted up for the
occasion, having been decorated with much attention to taste, and
plentifully sprinkled with chloride of lime in equally judicious regard
to smell.

The usual loyal toasts having been dispensed with, and "Our Noble
Selves" substituted in their place, the senior partner proposed the
toast of the evening. He said he was glad, in times like the present,
when alarmists were making such efforts to lead people by the nose in a
crusade against everybody who gave the slightest inconvenience to that
organ, to see himself, and his friend at the other extremity of the
table, surrounded by so numerous and respectable an assembly of
well-wishers. He was proud of the support of the strong minds that
despised a squeamish agitation, and of the strong stomachs--the two
always went together--that asserted themselves in meeting to afford that
support in that place. The interest that he and his partner had the
honour of representing might be called one of the Institutions of
Southwark; and they prided themselves upon the fact that their premises
were, as a wag had observed, among the peculiar fetors of the locality.
The odour of profit was pleasant, in the opinion of a wise man, no
matter what the profit was made out of, and the surrounding district was
rich in effluvia, and he hoped no dainty legislation would ever
impoverish it.