men, surely a sack or more,
  Besides three whole White men, preserved with a Blakemore. 
  There’s a Hill, and a Hutt, and a Kirk, and—­astounding! 
  The entire of old Holland this house to be found in. 
  There’s a Flower, with a perfume so strong ’twould upset ye all;
  And the beauty of Somers is here found perpetual. 
  There’s a Bodkin, a Patten, a Rose, and a Currie,
  And a man that’s still Hastie, though ne’er in a hurry. 
  There is Cole without smoke, a “sou’-West” without danger;
  And a Grey, that to place is at present a stranger. 
  There’s a Peel,—­but enough! if you’re a virtuoso
  You’ll see for yourself, and next month you may do so;
  When, if you don’t say this New House is a wonder,
  We’re Dutchmen—­that’s all!—­and at once knuckle under.

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WATERFORD ELECTION.

  The Tories at Waterford carried the day,
    And the reign of the Rads is for ever now past;
  For one who was Wyse he got out of the way,
    And the hopes of the other proved Barron at last.

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STATE OF TRADE.

We are sorry to perceive that trade was never in a more alarming state than at present.  A general strike for wages has taken place amongst the smiths.  The carpenters have been dreadfully cut up; and the shoemakers find, at the last, that it is impossible to make both ends meet.  The bakers complain that the pressure of the times is so great, that they cannot get the bread to rise.  The bricklayers swear that the monopolists ought to be brought to the scaffold.  The glaziers, having taken some pains to discover the cause of the distress, declare that they can see through the whole affair.  The gardeners wish to get at the root of the evil, and consequently have become radical reformers.  The laundresses have washed their hands clean of the business.  The dyers protest that things never looked so blue in their memory, as there is but a slow demand for

[Illustration:  FAST COLOURS.]

The butchers are reduced to their last stake.  The weavers say their lives hang by a single thread.  The booksellers protest we must turn over a new leaf.  The ironmongers declare that the times are very hard indeed.  The cabmen say business is completely at a stand.  The watermen are all aground.  The tailors object to the government measures;—­and the undertakers think that affairs are assuming a grave aspect.  Public credit, too, is tottering;—­nobody will take doctors’ draughts, and it is difficult to obtain cash for the best bills (of the play).  An extensive brandy-ball merchant in the neighbourhood of Oxford-street has called a meeting of his creditors; and serious apprehensions are entertained that a large manufacturer of lollypops in the Haymarket will be unable to meet his heavy liabilities.  Two watchmakers in the city have stopped this morning, and what is more extraordinary, their watches have “stopped” too.