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SCENE II.

—A street in Memphis.—Enter St. George and Sabra, the latter disguised as an Arab.
St. Geo.
On such devotion I had never reckon'd,
You from the first have tried my views to second.

Sab.
The task we have in hand, don't let us flag on;
I'd walk a mile, to see you thrash that dragon,
Nay, I believe, barefooted I could stump it,

St. Geo.
You are a trump, and therefore take this trumpet:
[gives a tin trumpet.
These evening papers, (gives some)
blow the horn and cry them;
Inviting every one to come and buy them.
This is the way the sort of thing is done
(crying)
See-cond edition here! the Memphis Sun,
Wondrous intelligence! for here you have in it
The sudden resignation of the Cabinet.

Sab.
The Cabinet resigned!

St. Geo.
No, that's mere vapour!
You must say something, just to sell the paper.
Go stand before the Dragon's own abode,

Sab.
And for the trumpet—

St. Geo.
That love must be blow'd.

[Sabra takes horn and cries.
Sab.
The Memphis Evening Sun; see-cond Edition!
Ministers in a very bad condition.

[runs off like news-boy.
St. Geo.
(with paper)
I've had a paragraph inserted here,
To say the Treasury is rather queer,
I know the Dragon's disposition well,
All his Exchequer Bills at once he'll sell;
Having releived the state, we'll give the nation
The benefit of a reduced taxation—
The Income Tax can't be abandon'd yet,
But cheaper glass and whalebone they shall get;
When that is done, 'tis probable that you
My blackamoor, will look a little blue.

SONG.
Air.—“Happy Tawny Moor.”
Haughty Black-'a-moor,
Tho' you love,
Spite of snubbing,
My own true love,
Won't I spoil your plan,
You blacky man;—
For your tinkle, tinkle,
She don't care a periwinkle.
Tink a tink, &c.