A BITTER DRAUGHT.
SIR R. PEEL, in the celebrated medicinal metaphor with which he lately favoured his constituents at Tamworth, concludes by stating, “that he really believes he does more than any political physician ever did by referring to the prescriptions which he offered in 1835 and 1840, and by saying that he sees no reason to alter them.” This is, to carry out the physical figure, only another version of “the mixture as before.” We are afraid there are no hopes of the patient.
“Why are the Whigs like the toes of a dancing-master?”—“Because they must be turned out.”
“Why are Colonel Sibthorp and Mr. Peter Borthwick like the covering of the dancing-master’s toes?”—“Because they are a pair of pumps.”
“Why are the Whigs and Tories like the scarlet fever and the measles?”—“Because there’s no telling which is the worst.”