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MR. LITTLETON'S FRIENDSHIP. |
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XXXV. MR. LITTLETON'S FRIENDSHIP.
“He proceeded to explain the motives which had led him most reluctantly
to accept office; it was solely on public grounds, and to relieve
the Ministry from the embarrassment in which they were then placed.”
Report of Mr. Littleton's Speech.
Oh yes, the gentleman has place,
The gentleman has pay;
His worth has found its proper grace
With Althorp, Brougham, and Grey;
But don't suspect the patriot cares
For any private ends;
For—hear him—hear him—he declares
It's all to serve his friends.
The gentleman has pay;
His worth has found its proper grace
With Althorp, Brougham, and Grey;
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For any private ends;
For—hear him—hear him—he declares
It's all to serve his friends.
Pert Kennedy looks wondrous blue;
Spring Rice detests a mob;
There's nobody disposed to do
This pretty Irish job:
O'er all the Whigs in Downing Street,
A sudden fate impends;
Our member has a nice snug seat,
Why mayn't he serve his friends?
Spring Rice detests a mob;
There's nobody disposed to do
This pretty Irish job:
O'er all the Whigs in Downing Street,
A sudden fate impends;
Our member has a nice snug seat,
Why mayn't he serve his friends?
Alas, it is a weary toil
To find a proper man
To break a lance with Doctor Doyle,
To change a cuff with Dan!
A luckless life the man will lead
Whom Grey to Dublin sends!
He would refuse—he would indeed—
Except to serve his friends.
To find a proper man
To break a lance with Doctor Doyle,
To change a cuff with Dan!
A luckless life the man will lead
Whom Grey to Dublin sends!
He would refuse—he would indeed—
Except to serve his friends.
You see, in country and in town—
I own it, if I must—
They're tearing Althorp's picture down,
And breaking Russell's bust;
When far and near there's hardly one
Who likes them or defends,
How kind of Mr. Littleton
To go and serve his friends!
I own it, if I must—
They're tearing Althorp's picture down,
And breaking Russell's bust;
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Who likes them or defends,
How kind of Mr. Littleton
To go and serve his friends!
We want the good to come to pass
They promised us last year;
We want to see through cheaper glass,
To swallow cheaper beer.
But never mind, our idle whim
Our member's taste offends;
What are our little wants to him?
He wants to serve his friends.
They promised us last year;
We want to see through cheaper glass,
To swallow cheaper beer.
But never mind, our idle whim
Our member's taste offends;
What are our little wants to him?
He wants to serve his friends.
Some day, no doubt, they'll pay the debt
Which they're incurring now;
Some day he'll wear a coronet
Upon his lordly brow;
Though Radicals and Tories sneer,
The country comprehends
That whenso'er he's made a Peer,
'Twill be—to serve his friends.
Which they're incurring now;
Some day he'll wear a coronet
Upon his lordly brow;
Though Radicals and Tories sneer,
The country comprehends
That whenso'er he's made a Peer,
'Twill be—to serve his friends.
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