diminsion;

LARD JAHN and his minions in
Council I ask,

Was there ever a Government-pleece (with a pinsion)

But children of Erin were fit for that task?

praycher unwary,

'Tis he shall preside the Academee

School,

And quit the gay robe of ST. PHILIP of Neri,

To wield the soft rod of ST. LAW-
RENCE O'TOOLE !

THE THREE CHRISTMAS WAITS.

My name is Pleaceman X;
Last night I was in bed,
A dream did me perplex,

Which came into my Edd.
I dreamed I sor three Waits
A playing of their tune,
At Pimlico Palace gates,

All underneath the moon.
One puffed a hold French horn,
And one a hold Banjo,
And one chap seedy and torn
A Hirish pipe did blow.
They sadly piped and played,
Dexcribing of their fates;
And this was what they said,

Those three pore Christmas Waits :-
"When this black year began,
This Eighteen-forty-eight,
I was a great great man,

And king both vise and great, And Munseer Guizot by me did show

As Minister of State.

"But Febuwerry came,

And brought a rabble rout, And me and my good dame

And children did turn out, And us, in spite of all our right, Sent to the right about.

"I left my native ground, I left my kin and kith,

I left my royal crownd,

Vich I couldn't travel vith, And without a pound came to English ground,

In the name of Mr. Smith.

"Like any anchorite

I've lived since I came here, I've kep myself quite quite,

I've drank the small small beer, And the vater, you see, disagrees vith

me

And all my famly dear.

"O Tweeleries so dear,

O darling Pally Royl, Vas it to finish here

That I did trouble and toyl?

That all my plans should break in my

ands,

And should on me recoil?

"My state I fenced about

Vith baynicks and vith guns; My gals I portioned hout,

Rich vives I got my sons; O varn't it crule to lose my rule, My money and lands at once?

"And so, vith arp and woice, Both troubled and shagreened, 1 bid you to rejoice,

O glorious England's Queend! And never have to veep, like pore Louis-Phileep,

Because you out are cleaned.

"O Prins, so brave and stout,

I stand before your gate;

Pray send a trifle hout

To me, your pore old Vait;

Or else we'd gained the day.
The harmy quite kept out of sight,
And so ve vent avay.

"Next day the Pleacemen came
Rewenge it was their plann
And from my good old dame

They took her tailor-mann:

And the hard hard beak did me bespeak

To Newgit in the Wann.

"In that etrocious Cort
The Jewry did agree;
The Judge did me transport,
To go beyond the sea:

And so for life, from his dear wife
They took poor old Cuffee.

"O Halbert, Appy Prince!

With children round your knees, Ingraving ausum Prints,

And taking hoff your hease;

been along vith us

In this year Forty-eight."