THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.

Anglo-Maori Warder, Volume 1, Issue 19, 31 August 1848, Page 4

THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.

CORRESPONDENCE OF THE BOY "JONES," [From the Cork Southern Reporter.] We have been exclusively favored, by the above-named celebrated individual, with a report of the interview between her Majesty and Louis Philippe, at Buckingham Palace, on Friday last. Our "special" does not inform us at what particular hour the conversation lie details took place—that would be beneath the dignity of so extraordinary a Reporter—but plunges at once inmedias res. By the diction he employs, the assertion Aft t the boy Jones is an Irishman is, in our opinion, fully proved. Misthur Edithur.— My mother bein* a •Blackpool woman, I wish to give you the first news of what happened between Looev Fhihppe an* bet Majesty. I was behind a curtain lisienin'lo this dialog on Friday evemn' : . My dear Vic, ses be, I'm mighty sick, se« be, For l*ie cut my stick, ses he, Tarnation quick, ses he, From the divil's birczc. sm be, At the Tooleyrces; ses hp, For the blackguards made, ses he, A barricade, ses he, They're up to the j ses be, An' I was afraid, ses he, An* greatly in dread. s*s be, Id' my heatl, ses he, An* if 1 lost that, *cs he, I'd have no place for my hat, ses heStop awhile, ses she, Take off your hat, ses she, You've come a ppg down, Fes she, By losin' your crown, sea she. Milie pardon, ses he, F«r hmn* it on, ses he, But my head isn't right, ses he, Since I tuk to (light, ses lie, For the way wnsloue, ses he, An* I'm not over sthroug, ses he. Indeed my old buck, ses she. You look mighty shuck, ses sheYou may say I am, ses he, I'm not worth a d n. ses he, Till I've got a dbram. ses he, An* a cut o* mate, ses he, For I'm dead bate, «=es he, I'm is cold as ice. ses beOh • never say it twice, ses she, I'll get you a slice, ses she, Of something nice, ses she, An' will make up a bed, ses she, In the room overhead, says the. I like a matthrass, says he, Or a pallyass, ses he. But in my present pass, ses he, Anything of the kind, ses lie, 1 shouldn't much mind, ses he, Here a grand waythur, dressed all in goold, brought in the aytables, an* laid them on the table. Her Majesty helped Looey to some could ham, which he lucked in as if he hadn't lasted a bit siuse he left the Tooleyrees. By degrees be lost his appeytite, and found his tongue, but he did'nt like talkin' while the waythur was there, so he touched her Majesty, and B es he in an unduer tone ; Bid that flunkey go, se? he, And I*ll let you know, ses he, bout my ovc rtljrow, ses he. So the Queen made a sign with her hand, an* the flunkey tuk himself off with very bad graceas if he'd have liked to be lislemn. When the doore was shut, Looey went on—*Twas that Geezo, says he, That chap you knew, ses lie, YV hen you were at liu, "es be. At our interview, ses be. !>; that throe? ses she, 1 tkuusht he and you, ses she, Were always as thick, ses she; Don't say" pickpockets," Vic-, ses he, Indeed we were frinils, ses be, An' had the same inds, beshe, At all times in view, ses he, But we little knew, ses he, That the Paris mob, ses he. Would spoil our job, ses he. •They're the divil's lads, ses hp, What you call " Bads," ses he, Bat your " Rods" sing small, ses he, Betore powther an' ball, ses he, While they don't care a jot, ses he, For round or grape shot, be, Well, them chaps of mine, ses be, They wanted to dine, ses he, An* to raise op a storm, ses be, About gettin* Reform, ses he, '.Vhlch is'nt the thing, ses he, For * citizen king, ses he, Or a well ordbered*tate,ses he, To tokrate, ses he, ses 1 to Geezo, ses he. We must strike a blow, ses he, Ses Geezo, you're i ight, ses he, For they 'II never fight, ses he, Thev'rc shure to be kilt, ses he, By thim forts you built, ses Fur the throops are thrue. ses he, A n' they'll stand by you, ses he, Then ses I to Geezo, ses he, Proclaim the Banqyo, ses he, An* let the chaps know, ses he, That Reform's no go, ses he, But bad luck to our haste, ses he, For stoppin' the faste, ses he, For the people riz, ses he, A' that's low it is, ses he, Thdt V"u find me here, ses he. At this time o' the year, ses he, Hard up for a bed, ses he, To rest my head, set. he. Did you save your tin ? ses she. Did ! ?—(with a grin, sps he, Fau 'tis I that did, srs hi, For Ihadit'lnd, ses he. Lest a storm should burst, ses he> To be fit for the worst, sei he. Here Looey stopped, and litlle Lord Johnny, who had been peepin* in at the doore, walked into the roome, just as the Queen who had caught sighte of bim put up her finger for him lo come in. Looey rose up to meet him : Ah! are you here, ses be, My little Premier, ses he, 'Gad, you're looking ill, ses he.

Troth, I am King Phil, ses he, I've no tin in the till, ses be. Would yon caah a bill, ses be, For a couple of mil ? ses, he, Good night, ses Phil, ses he, I've a could in my bead, ses he. An* I'll go to bed, ses he. An* he walked onto' the roome in a grate hurry, leaving Lord Johnny in a grate foosthnr, an' indeed, her Majesty didn't look over well plased, but there the matter inded. P.S.—You'll hear that Looey wasn't in London at all, but you may thrust to ithe thrutb of the above from yom's to command, THE BOY JONES.