That with much elaborate caution, In the Cabinet we hit on.

Wond'ring much, the Chinese Envoys :-
Wond'ring why it is the ladies
Care to sit squeezed up like herrings ?
How it is their faces glow so
With the ruddy hues of nature ?
Wond'ring why it is the nobles
Moon about with hideous cloaks on,
Making them appear round-shouldered,
Mute-like, “ Jarvie-ish,” ungainly?
Why it is Lord Coleridge carries
'Neath the folds of his the head-gear
Known in slang phrase as a “stove-pipe !"
Why in swallow.tail of evening
Mr. Pierrepoint walks at noon-day ?
Why the Primate greets profusely
Fezzed Musurus when he enters?
Why the latter comes to gaze on
These ill-fated dogs of Christians
That his former masters cheated ?
And their wonderment continues
As they hear the charivari,
See the entrances and exits,
Watch staid men in green and silver,
Rushing here and running thither.
Others, clad in velvet small-clothes,
Pottering in among the benches,
Nought effecting but confusion.

Entered are at last the household,
And the Queen comes through the doorway,
Sits she in her dress of velvet
On the throne, and all is silent.
Only for a minute's space though,
For, from down a distant lobby,
Comes the sound of pattering footsteps,
Like the rush of many waters,
By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big Sea Water.
Nearer, nearer, comes the pattering,
Louder, louder grow the voices,
More pronounced the hurried scuffling.
Now it seems as though the sound wave
Rolled close to the chamber's portal,
And, 'midst loud complaints and laughter,
Plainly heard by all who sat there,
Comes unto the bar the Speaker ;
At his heels are Stafford Northcote,
And Ward Hunt, the Tory giant,
After them the deluge! Members
Fight and push, and pull and scuffle ;
Loudly wrangle for their places,
And protest with scanty measure
Of politeness or good breeding ;
Whilst their premier, safe translated,
Smiles a smile that's cold and selfish.

Oh, my faithful Lords and Commons, As it is so far from likely That you read the daily journals, As it is so very certain You've heard nothing that has happened, I will tell you what you cannot By remotest chance have heard of: Know ye then, my trusted children, There has been a war in Turkey, And my Ministers have written Some despatches on the subject ; So if, later on, my Commons Should find out the vote for foolscap And for ink and quills is swollen, They will know the cause and pass it ; But let me haste on to tell you In thrice twenty lines the items That for weeks have been known fully Through the papers to the people. Know ye then, my Lords and Commons (This is likewise news important, I have journeyed far to tell you), We joined Europe in a Conference, And we sent our trusty cousin, Robert Cecil, Salisbury's Marquis, To take part in its discussions ? Know ye not that Robert Cecil, Lordly master he of Hatfield, Went and saw, but did not conquerWent and talked, but did not manage Well his coaxing or his bluster ; Nay, came back completely vanquished, And must do without his dukedom ? Need I add, my knowing children, How his failure grieved his colleaguesHow Lord Derby wept to hear itHow Lord Beaconsfield has felt it? Still bewails it much in private, And in public should his lips curl, That is merely force of habit. Know ye too, my legislators, My most able statule-makers, That my Indian subjects vastly Liked the squibs let off at Delhi, By my dreamy poet-Viceroy ; And, about to die of famine, They enjoyed the show immensely. All ihe Colonies are prosp'rous ! Which, if I am not mistaken, Will be news to many of them, Say, for instance, to Barbadoes.

But at length the Commons settle Into order as behoves them. And the Chancellor upstanding Mounts the throne's wide steps, and kneeling To his sovereign he offers Her own speech, which she declining, He unrolls, and then distinctly With a voice and tone majestic (Picked up in his constant practice), Read it in this way and this wise :“Listen to these words of wisdom Sounding much but meaning little,

Gentlemen, who pull the purse-strings, I presume you will, as usual, Vote sufficient of the needful. Go, then, and in these great labours May the spirit of the Master, Gitche Manito, the Mighty Aid you, lest they should o'erwhelm you."

Then uprose the Queen, and vanished, And a hubbub fills the Chamber :

Peers take off their robes of velvet ; · Ladies cover up their shoulders,

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