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Thomas Moore - Memorabilia of Last Week
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Monday, March 13, 1826 

The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing,
For plaudits and laughs, the good things that were in it; —
Great comfort to find, though the Speech isn`t cheering,
That all its gay auditors were, every minute.

What, still more prosperity! - mercy upon us,
"This boy`ll be the death of me" - oft as, already,
Such smooth Budgeteers have genteelly undone us,
For Ruin made easy there`s no one like Freddy.

Tuesday 

Much grave apprehension express`d by the Peers,
Lest — calling to life the old Peachums and Lockitts —
The large stock of gold we`re to have in three years,
Should all find its way into highwayman`s pockets![1]

Wednesday 

Little doing - for sacred, oh Wednesday, thou art
To the seven-o`-clock joys of full many a table —
When the Members all meet, to make much of that part
With which they so rashly fell out in the Fable.

It appear`d, though, to-night, that - as churchwardens, yearly,
Eat up a small baby - those cormorant sinners,
The Bankrupt-Commissioners bolt very nearly
A moderate-siz`d bankrupt, tout chaud, for their dinners![2]
Nota bene - a rumour to-day, in the City,
"Mr. R-b-ns-n just has resign`d" - what a pity!
The Bulls and the Bears all fell a sobbing,
When they heard of the fate of poor Cock Robin;
While thus, to the nursery tune, so pretty,
A murmuring Stock-dove breath`d her ditty: —

"Alas, poor Robin, he crow`d as long
And as sweet as a prosperous Cock could crow;
Was a pitch too high for Robin to go.
Who`ll make his shroud?"

"I," said the Bank, "though he play`d me a prank,
When I have a rag, poor Rob shall be roll`d in `t,
With many a pound I`ll paper him round,
Like a plump rouleau - without the gold in `t."
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