MRS. GAMP'S EXPOSTULATION.

Auckland Star, Volume VI, Issue 1671, 26 June 1875, Page 6 (Supplement)

MRS. GAMP'S EXPOSTULATION.

" As to the intentions of Government, he did not know what conclusions honorable gentlemen might have dr=.wn from speeches that to one listened to. or dull rewpapers thut *o one read "—Mr. Disraeli in his Opening Speech of the Session. Which I know that a Wiper's a Wiper, and, nussed in one's buzzum win bite ; And it's many's the time I've been cal!ed dull and stupid by Radical spite— They're that bragian. and bod, and owdacious !—but Benjamin, pride of my 'art. For you for to turn and sting me like this, makes youy Sairey to smart. I was always your backer, my lien, and my pattens and likewise umbrella. Always yours to command cgin Gladstone, that up stirt ar.-d imperent fella ; Ardnow that lie's down and you're up—which. I'm 'appy and proud for to see— Is it like you. my Ben, is it like you, to take and to round upon me ? Which if I did chivvy them Rads, in a way as was 'e*vy and 'ot Why you did it y-urself, and i/owknow they're a bage and a bragian lot ; Whe" you' gave 'em a. bit of your micdin your famous Bath letter my Ben And your faithful old Ssdrey rejiced- did you cheek her or "chaff at her then ? My cottom umbreTa, I swear, is worn down to the huttermost stump, Through applaunin' each 'it with a prod, and salutin' each pint with a thump. When my Benjamin bwttled with Bill, which he's ore I could neverabide— And now do you scorn your oMNuss, as has ever p-o claimed you'er pride ? If I spattered your foes with my mud, 'twas for your sake I laid it so thick— • nd accuse thnt's the way to make sure that some of the Jot, p'r-. Ps, '11 stick. If the people who cheered People's Willism, now throw up their caps, Ben, for you. Some thar ks for this change for the better I did think to S«irey was due. And now you can turn up yournosein ray face, whil v them Telcgrafts snigfj?r, *nd them dratted young .EH-cr-boys shouts at my "brella, and pattens, and fiprger. Which I know it's a Wale, and my tears have made six pockets anckerchers damp; But for you, Ben, to 'urn such a Wiper!—it's that crushes poor Sairey Gamp ? ' —Mrs. Gamp in the London Standard