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of poems; hut relatively very few persons nowadays recollect those once 

 famous satirical attacks upon the lieutenant-governor, which gave much 

 amusement to the people throughout the province, and made his life 

 almost unbearable. These verses contain too many local allusions to be 

 appreciated by those who are not thoroughly conversant with the history 

 of those times, and I shall content myself with a quotation from " The 

 Lord of the Bedchamber," an allusion to one of the positions previously 

 held by Lord Falkland. The following verses show the lieutenant- 

 governor's opinion of the troublesome house of assembly, and his way of 

 conciliating some of its unruly elements : — 



Lord Falkland is supposed to be in the privacy of his bedroom at govern- 

 ment house waiting for a reply to a message he had sent some time 

 before to the people's house. 



" Xo answer. The scoundrels, how dare they delay, 

 Do they think that a man who's a peer 

 Can tlius be kept feverish, day after day, 

 In the hope that their Speaker'Il appear. 



"How dare they delay when a Peer of the Realm, 

 And a Lord of the Bedchamber too, 

 To govern them all has been placed at the helm, 

 And to order them just what to do 1 



" Go D— dy ; go D— dy '; and tell them from me. 

 That, like Oliver Crom., I'll come down. 

 My orderly sergeant mace-bearer shall be 

 And kick them all out of the town. 



Then his Tory friend ventures to hint that it might not, for him, be 

 safe to repeat what the governor had said. 



" They've got some odd notions, the obstinate crew, 

 That we are their servants— and they 

 A sergeant have got, and a stout fellow too, 

 Who their orders will strictly obey. 



" Besides, though their leader and I have averred 



That justice they soon shall receive, 



'Tis rather unhicky tliat never a word, , 



That we say will the fellows believe. 



" How now, cries his Lordship, deserted by you, 

 I hope you don't mean to retire. 

 Sit down, sir, and tell me at once what to do. 

 Fur my blood and my brain are on fire. 



' Mr. Dodd, afterwards a justice of the supreme court, and a strong Tory during 

 his political career. He lived in Sydney, where I knew him well in my boyhood. 



