Ah! it's all very fine to look pleasant and promise fair things—at the door;
But that's regular constable blarney, old boy, and you've done it before!
Meanwhile we're Evicted, worse luck! like the poor Irish Tenants whose case
Those busy B's muster to fight over. Ah! you put on a bold face,
But we ain't the only Pill Garlics! No; some of 'em still left inside
Will yet join us, out in the cold, as will p'raps be a pill to their pride!
[Exit with other Bills.
The Colonel and the Quiver.—Our own Colonel Saunderson, M.P., was never better at his best than when, in the debate last Thursday night, he said, "If the Bill passes, a quiver of horror will run through every tenant, &c., &c." Of course the gallant Colonel meant "arrow" or "dart," not "quiver." A dart or an arrow will run through a person, piercing him in front, and reappearing at back. But "quiver" doesn't do this sort of thing. An arrow so transfixing a body may make it quiver—but this is another matter. More power to the quivering elbow of the gallant Colonel!