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the poll will testify, that there can be any pleasure in the anticipa- 

 tion of such a result is incomprehensible. Perhaps Mr. Jeffery T. 

 Allen thought, with poor Elliston, when, listening to the angry re- 

 monstrance of an unhappy bard, who had suffered from him the 

 mortification of a kick he solaced his wounded spirit by the hope 

 that it te would make him popular !" 



Mr. Jeffery T. T. Allen, in addition to his claims for the support 

 of the county arising from the enjoyment of certain revenues from 

 Dulwich College, a charitable iustitution, like many others, sadly 

 perverted from its original purpose, like a gay gallant, has founded 

 great hopes of Success from his influence with the fair. It happened 

 curiously enough to be our chance to witness a specimen of this 

 description of canvassing. We saw the wily candidate steal into the 

 good graces of an interesting house-maid, by the timely arrival of an 

 itinerent muffin vender ! Happy the candidate who can gain such 

 interesting suffrages, through the delicate medium of a muffin baker's 

 basket ! what might he not have done, had he been backed by 

 "bull's eyes" and "peppermint drops." 



THE CONSERVATIVE LION. So the grim old Baron, the fire-eater, 

 on whose protracted destruction the Tories have built their hopes of 

 a general bonfire, has, very wisely, declined being blown up to ac- 

 commodate them, and has cried out for quarter just in the nick 

 of time. The old Lion of the Conservatives, whose very mane 

 bristled with bayonets, has been touched by the wand of M. 

 Martin, and all at once becomes tame enough to leap through a ring ! 

 To be sure, his casemates of proof are beginning to let in the rain, 

 the prospect of short commons and damaged tobacco is likewise 

 before his eyes, and, besides he has had a pressing invitation from 

 his comrades, who have hardly had time to smoke their pipes in 

 comfort, for this month past, to decline, so he begs to retire, with 

 the " honours of war !" 



And thus the old gentleman has done his duty. He has obeyed 

 the orders of his heartless master, that is to say, by slaughtering as 

 many Frenchmen as he could with safety to himself, and surrender- 

 ing at the first appearance of danger. And yet the gallantry of the 

 general and his garrison has been extolled as amongst the brightest 

 examples of modern warfare fudge ! To those who remember St.. 

 Sebastian and Badajoz, this feat of arms at Antwerp, will remind 

 them of the Battle of Waterloo, at Astley's. It savours, to us, very 

 strongly of the new Christmas Pantomime " Harlequin and Puss in 

 Boots," got up at a vast expense, with splendid dresses and decora- 

 tions with the new grand moving Panorama of the Citadel of 

 Antwerp, with the shipping on the Scheldt. The nation are first 

 to be astonished with an imposing display of preparation, then comes 

 on the usual scene of kicks and cuffs and jugglery, after which Har- 

 lequin trips up old puss, and exeunt severally, amidst a flourish of 

 trumpets ! 



And thus ends this celebrated representation. A mere mounte- 

 bank's stage, raised purposely for a Dutch quack to exhibit his antics 

 upon. Let us hope the ill success of his nostrums will induce him 



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