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XXXVI. THE REMONSTRANCE.


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“He added, in agitated but emphatic tones, ‘Mr. Attwood, I have not deserved this from you!’”—See Mr. Attwood's account of the Skirmish at Gateshead.

Mr. Attwood—we're going to dinner;
Mr. Attwood—the time, and the place!
Mr. Attwood—as I am a sinner,
The thing is too long for a grace.
Ten columns! it's out of the question;
Go out, Mr. Attwood, pray do;
You'll ruin his lordship's digestion!
He has not deserved it of you!
The voice of the people, Heaven bless it,
Is sweet to us all, as you know;
But, really sometimes, we confess it,
It's terribly mal-à-propos:
To-morrow, no doubt, he'll be able
To talk with you, many or few;
But just when the turtle's on table—
He has not deserved it of you.
You see there are gentlemen present
Who have come to our party from far;
Consider—it's vastly unpleasant—
Consider how hungry they are!
From Newport and Hull they have posted,
With speeches, and appetites too;
They came to be toasted, not roasted—
He has not deserved it of you!

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Last year, when your orators spouted,
They spouted in rapture his fame;
Last year, when your multitudes shouted,
They shouted in riot his name;
Last year you came up with caresses;
Last year you were licking his shoe;
Away with your ill-bred addresses!
He has not deserved it of you!
And surely you'll listen to reason!
Who is it you come to put down?
The noblest of traders in treason,
The first of the foes of the Crown;
The pilot who sits in the steerage
With Faithfulls and Finns for his crew;
His lordship—the Hunt of the Peerage—
He has not deserved it of you!
Oh never! Lord Durham has others
To censure, to scorn, to condemn;
But you, his dear friends and sworn brothers,
Should never take service with them.
The good may despise and detest him,
The honest, the loyal, the true;
But why should the traitors molest him?
He has not deserved it of you!