LYTTELTON ELECTORALIA.

Globe, Volume V, Issue 599, 20 May 1876, Page 3

LYTTELTON ELECTORALIA.

Electors all of this important town, Again we throw the gage of contest down ; Use, therefore, well your fchauces, for remember, There may not be another till September ; So hopes at least the Doctor, this is finis, Since each election costs a brace of guineas. Ye gaping simpletons who pay the rates, Your Council needs no tripe in its debates, With mild remarks each other's heads they knock, Nor meddle with the cleaver and the block. Waste not your energies, my voting boys, Upon the merits of the rival dougheys ; Though certain Scots may think it udco' bonnie To have a representative in Johnny. Arcadians both! one British cheer we'll give 'em, God save the King ! ' twere premature to shave him. But plump your votes as frequent as you can For Brickey, that extremely public man ! Who makes of clay, as hard as any stones, His nine-inch parallelopipedons : Who slays the grunter, as in Greece of yore The heroes slew the Calydonian boar ; Or like the coming K , that sportsman dire, Can stick the pig, yet save the skin entire, Who brings the fizzing limestone to its sjnse?, Nay, rends the very rocks when he commences! I Performed the feat, described with other things, Verse 8 of chapter IX of Second Kings ; Against the mudwall'd office of the Star, While Pleeceman Jones stood gazing from afar— A god-like ginius please take off your hats, Who makes whole bricks, while Heaven created bats ; flowers of speech are twined about your hearts, A man of parts, and arts, a*id useful watercart s. Alkhfriigh my verse exhibits so'iie hiatuses, My sentiments are no such smil potatoeses, Put Brickey in I and what he's done before, He'll do for you again, and something more; .Let daylight in to all financial tricks, Experienced as he is in counting bricks, To fi>sh your gullies out and fill your mams Himself will yield the water,—from his brains, Already every eye his advent greets, In ppringless chariot rattling down the streets * Hail, Brickey, hail! go in and serve your time, . Myself shall ce'ebrate your deeds in rhyme. And when you leavi your Beat, or rising from it, .. Ascend to civic fame's immortal summit, You'll get a presentation if you'll wait,— ] A chamber service of galvanc-plate.