FORTE SCUTUM SALUS DUCUM.
In St. SWITHIN's forty days
Comes the end of voting-frays;
Forty extra then arrays
Mr. G.
He had hoped for many more,
But he cannot even score
Forty-four, that fought he for—
Mr. G.
Fortified with fortitude.
Rule your motley multitude,
And so earn our gratitude
Mr. G.!
Oh majority, you know
"Gently does it;" therefore go
Quite piano, Forty—show
Mr. G.
Though his forty is not fat,
It is fair at least; so that
JOHN shall not be taxed for PAT,
Mr. G.
Spare him income tax that grieves,
Lest he think that he perceives
ALI BABA's Forty ——
Mr. G.!
WALKER!—Mr. TOOLE is going into the country, and Mr. GARDEN is to take his place. This sounds like a seasonable change, as Londoners who cannot get away to a Garden, will now have a GARDEN coming to them.