“For Ireland’s weal!” hear turncoat S—y rave,
Who’d trust the wheel that own’d so sad a knave?
ALARMING DESTITUTION.
In the parish of Llanelly, Breconshire, the males exceed the females by more than one thousand. At Worcester, says the Examiner, the same majority is in favour of the ladies. We should propose a conference and a general swap of the sexes next market-day, as we understand there is not a window in Worcester without a notice of “Lodgings to let for single men,” whilst at Llanelly the gentlemen declare sweethearts can’t be had for “love nor money.”
A NATURAL INFERENCE.
“There’ll soon be rare work (cry the journals in fear),
When Peel is call’d in in his regular way;”
True—for when we’ve to pay all the Tories, ’tis clear,