Politics & government

                  "THE BILL,

The whole Bill, and nothing but the Bill."

Hurrah ! Whiglings—throw your hats up ;
Kings are tottering,—Peers aghast---
Rank—Birth—Reverence—and all that's up—
Your Millenium's come at last :
Hark ! your mobbish friends, like Stentors,
Raise their yell---" Reform !---Reform ! !"
While, ye Whigs, their maddening mentors,
Tremble at your self raised storm.
Glory ! Glory !
While the Tory
Mourns propriety o'erturned---
Thunder ! plunder !
Till your blunder
Glares on ye from castles burned ;
Down with King---Lords---Gentry---still
Please " the People" with your " BILL."

Fierce your rabble rout is gathering,
Ragged rascals---Greasy knaves ;
Hark ! their Leaders---bullying—blathering—
Each man blusters—each man raves :
Goody LOSH ; and ghostly HEADLAM,
Bigge the Banker,—" Master ORD,"
Riot—" Patriotism"—Bedlam---
Cant and humbug—Parson BIRD ! ! !
Bully BROCKETTS,
Blaze like rockets,
Fed their fire by gifts of plate ;*
Gateshead glistens,
As she listens
To her drawling darling's prate.
Down with King—Lords—Gentry—still
Please " the People" with your " Bill."

Boldly Unionists are barking
Every howl with Treason's rife ;
Good King ATTWOOD—Traitor LARKIN,
Great apothecary FIFE :
Quacks like these with treason dose us,
Quacks like these, their lancets whet,
And one veteran quack supposes.
He may be a BARONET---
Praters, Traitors,
And Queen-haters,
Lovers of your country's weal,
Paupers, Patriots,
All who hate riots,
COALESCE with fervent zeal :
Down with King—Lords—Gentry—still
Please " the People" with your " Bill."

Shout then Whigs, from darksome corners,
Shout your loudest—swell the storm,
No more sneakers, no more mourners,
Raise your voices—yell—" REFORM ;"
Come from hill—from dale—from forest,
Come from cities—come from fields—
Come ye Rogues when need is sorest,
Whigs amphibious,—come from Shields,
Beaumont's pale men,
Allendale men,
All unshackled, uncontrolled,
Union sworders,"†
" ORD-ers !" "ORD-ers !"
Vote ! Vote! ! Vote ! ! ! till all have polled ;
Down with King—Lords—Gentry-still
Please " the People" with your Bill."

* The most redolent of the new-born Boroughs has shewn,
" that it is not deficient in gratitude."
                                           Vide the Silversmith's Bill.

† Vide Mr. John Fife's speech delivered in the Spital.
May 15, 1832.

Hernaman and Perring, Printers, Journal-Office, Newcastle.