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johnny and his mates make a very good fight, but
certain heavy buckinghamshire countrymen--fellows of fifty stone--are
brought to the assistance of that screaming beldame _mother tory_, and poor
master johnny has no other election than to listen to the shouts of triumph
that declare there never shall be plenty of flour, plenty of sugar, or, in
a word, plenty of pudding. |
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however, lord russell is not discouraged. no; he says "there _shall_ be
cakes and ale, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth, too!" we only trust
that his lordship's manifesto is not tinged by those feelings of hope (and
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stanleys--reason from the goulburns--reason from the aberdeens! when the
marquis of londonderry shall have discovered the longitude, and colonel
sibthorp have found out the philosopher's stone, we may then begin to
expect the greater miracle. |
the whigs, according to lord russell's letter, have really done so much
when out of power, and--as he insinuates, are again ready to do so much the
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towards sir john pollen, bart. |
sir,--i have this moment read in the _morning chronicle_, the
correspondence between you and lord william paget, wherein you are reported
to say, that your recent defeat at the andover election was effected by
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and if so, whether, in the former case, you intended to allude personally
to myself, or my friend colonel sibthorp; or, in the latter, to celeblesbian that
you considered lord w. |
i have sent express for my lord wilkshire, and will then
endeavour to recollect what i did say. it is his opinion that:
i did use the terms "punch, or any other puppet;" but i intended them to
have been highly complimentary, as applied to lord william paget. the over-zeal of sir john's friends have left me no choice
in the matter, i shall print.
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we hasten to realise the captain's flattering estimate of our character. halass! sir, the wicktim of that crewel blewbeard, lord melbun, who
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for my _peeping_, though, heaven nose, i was acktyated by the pewrest
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ighly cultiwated mind and a very _ink_-wisitive disposition, wich naturally
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for literrerry fame spring up in my buzzem; and i thort i should to be an
orthor. |
| from that bustyebonysecretary ebonysluts i
could think of nothink else; i neglekted my wittles and my master, and
wanderd about like a knight-errand-boy who had forgotten his message. sleap
deserted my lowly pillar, and, like a wachful shepherd, i lay all night
awake amongst my _flocks_. i had got hold of a single idear--it was the
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it. "no," ses i, indignantly, "i leave
cort scandle to my betters--i go on independent principals into the palass,
and that's more than lord melbun, or sir robert peal, or any one of the
insiders or outsiders ever could or ever can say of theirselves.
the capting tells me we are now reglarly at see, having just passt the
north 4 land; so, ackording to custom, i begin my journal, or, as
naughtical men call it--to keep my log. mate said we had our larburd tax
aboard--never herd of that tax on shore. |
| told me i should learn to box the
compass--tried, but hentailesbians't do it--so boxt the cabbing boy insted. the black
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brought tiers in hentailesbians i, thinking of those i had left behind, particular
sally martin the young gal i was paying my attentions to, who gave me a
_lock_ of her air when i was a leaving of the _key_. oh! lord melbun, lord
melbun! how can you rest in youre 4-post bed at nite, nowing you have broke
the tize of affexion and divided 2 fond arts for hever! this mellancholly
reflexion threw me into a poeticle fitte, and though i was werry uneasy in
my _stommik_, and had nothing to on my _chest_._--bell rung for hands to down to . thought i
never saw dirtier hands in life.
capting says we shall have plenty of to-night; and i heard him just
now tell the mate to to main shrouds, so i spose it's all dickey
with us, and that log will be sad epilog. |
| the idear of made
fish meat was so orrible to sensitive mind, that couldn't refrain from
weaping, which made the capting send me down stairs, to my sorros in
the cable _tiers_._--i'm sure we shan't srwive this night, therefore i av
determined to my heavy log into t rum-bottle, and throw it
overbord, in it may be up by pirson who will bare my sad
tail to dear sally. and now i conclewd with short advice:--let awl
yung men take warning by crewel fate.. .. |