THE BRUNSWICK CLUB.
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A letter having been addressed to a very distinguished personage, requesting
him to become the Patron of this Orange Club, a polite answer
was forthwith returned, of which we have been fortunate enough to
obtain a copy.
Brimstone-hall, September 1. 1828.
Private.—Lord Belzebub presents
To the Brunswick Club his compliments,
And much regrets to say that he
Cannot, at present, their Patron be.
In stating this, Lord Belzebub
Assures, on his honour, the Brunswick Club,
That 'tisn't from any lukewarm lack
Of zeal or fire he thus holds back—
As ev'n Lord Coal
himself is not
For the Orange party more red-hot:
But the truth is, till their Club affords
A somewhat decenter show of Lords,
And on its list of members gets
A few less rubbishy Baronets,
Lord Belzebub must beg to be
Excused from keeping such company.
Who the devil, he humbly begs to know,
Are Lord Gl---nd---ne, and Lord D---nlo?
Or who, with a grain of sense, would go
To sit and be bored by Lord M---yo?
What living creature—except his nurse—
For Lord M---ntc---sh---l cares a curse,
Or thinks 'twould matter if Lord M---sk---rry
Were t'other side of the Stygian ferry?
Breathes there a man in Dublin town,
Who'd give but half of half-a-crown
To save from drowning my Lord R---thd---ne,
Or who wouldn't also gladly hustle in
Lords R---d---n, B---nd---n, C---le, and J---c---l---n?
In short, though, from his tenderest years,
Accustom'd to all sorts of Peers,
Lord Belzebub much questions whether
He ever yet saw, mix'd together,
As 'twere in one capacious tub,
Such a mess of noble silly-bub
As the twenty Peers of the Brunswick Club.
'Tis therefore impossible that Lord B.
Could stoop to such society,
Thinking, he owns (though no great prig),
For one in his station 'twere infra dig.
But he begs to propose, in the interim
(Till they find some prop'rer Peers for him),
His Highness of C---mb---d, as Sub,
To take his place at the Brunswick Club—
Begging, meanwhile, himself to dub
Their obedient servant, Belzebub.
It luckily happens, the R---y---l Duke
Resembles so much, in air and look,
The head of the Belzebub family,
That few can any difference see;
Which makes him, of course, the better suit
To serve as Lord B.'s substitute.
