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MEETING OF THE DELEGATES. 



cereness, have seen Tyrannical personify Patriot! cism, and Avaricious 

 mimick Generosityness, until the gorgeous tlrapered deceitfulness, 

 the cover mantling and folded rustlingness, whose veil shawdowed 

 their vile-breasted bosoms, fell headlong sweepingly aside, and expo- 

 sited hem in their true varigated hues of coloring, (Gentlemen, isn't 

 that language beautiful ?) But, thanks to the watching guardian, 

 Genius of Freedom's Liberty, the rapscallion, villanous, beggarly, 

 lousy, dirty vagabond, blackguard, blockheaded, a a a blasted 

 (order, order!) players are kicked off the boards by the ' mutter- 

 ing thunder of public opinion."'' 



" That's mine, Ned ; I shall not stand it, you stole that from one 



of my old speeches." (Order, order !) " Order be d /' said Dick, 



"I'm riot going to be ordered out of my shilling: it's one o'the 

 best bits I have." 



" Well then," said Ned, " that sha'nt be reckoned. Another lot is 

 now playing, acting, and doing their parts: we will not critically 

 them till we have seen how they perform, and, if they win our 

 meritous shouts, acme of applause, it shall not be wanting when it's 

 wanted. I am convinced that the affairs of Columbia, America, 

 Gallia;, Flanders, France, Canada, Netherlands, Caledonia, England, 

 Scotland, Ireland, and Hibernian Wales, and many more geogra- 

 phical places beside the world, is in the fists of the present Legslaters. 

 An I believe as if the Legslaters would unite with our unions, and 

 let a few of us Delegates sit in Parliament, as wot England glorious 

 old England the land of antiquities and battle-brands would sit 

 conspicuous predominant on her own hams, an look contemptously 

 majestical around upon the idolizing, wondering world, beautiful as 

 her own navals, gorgeous as her own armis, strong as her own gar- 

 risons, pretty as her own self. Gentlemen, what, in the name of the 

 devil, need she care for? invenerably, magnificently, the isthmus of 

 Liberated Freedom ! " 



" There, Dick," said he, jumping from the table, and clapping his 

 hands, t( there's eloquence ; beat it if you can. I only wish Demos- 

 thesneise and Cicerto had been here to hear me; but theire in 

 London." 



" I mean to say," answered Dick, " as you don't know grammar in 

 the first place ; and in the second, that there was no aim in your 

 speech ; but if I don't' beat you hollow, and make such a speech as 

 Brougham would give twenty pounds for, my name's not Dick the 

 Orator." And on the table he mounted once more in the position of 

 Canning, and thus commenced : 



" Englishmen and Unionists ! There was a time when our fore- 

 fathers were happy, and merry England was the blazing star that 

 illuminated the wondering world. That glorious light is now dim as 

 the wind-lifted torch, that has been hurled and slaked in the blue- 

 rolling, snow-crested, and darkening ocean. (Ned, there's ideas !) 

 Have not our best interests been sacrificed on the chamelion-changing 

 dribbles of villanous experiments? Has not poverty broken asunder 

 all those endearing ties that knit heart to heart, and mind to mind ? 

 Have not those whom we loved been compelled to emigrate, to wan- 

 der abfoad into the wide wilderness of a desolate world, to find at the 



