THE DERBY MINISTRY.

Grey River Argus, Issue 119, 16 October 1866, Page 3

THE DERBY MINISTRY.

Punch, in its "Essence of Parliament," gives the following catalogue of Earl Derby's Cabinet and their respective offices, which, recollecting his translation of the Iliad, it ascribes to the noble Premier himself : — Know each his task! Thou, Stanhy, wise and cool, O'er the Affairs called Foreign calmly rule. As thou the proffered Peerage dost decline, Again Finance, Disraeli, be thine. Mellifluous Walpole shall succeed to Grey, And the Home Office praise his courteous sway, While Jonathan, n6 Peel, to War aspires, And arms our soldiers with yet deadlier fires. To cynic Cranborne anxious India kneels ; To graceful Chelmsford we assign the Seals. Sh John, the British Navy be thy care, See that black Turrets darken all the air, And Henry Lennox, thou wilt not refuse Paget's.and Bernal Osborne's naval shoos. The Privy Seal to kindly Malmesbury goes, Be thou our Postman, Graham of Montrose, Carnarvon, take the Colonies to thee, Because their name and thine begin with C. And when men cry, " Off with the Council's Head !" My Prseses, Buckingham, thy doom be said. Devon will find the Duchy in his way, Nothing to do and and rather less to say : Thou Stafford Northcote, whom great Gladstone made His scribe, address thee to the Board of Trade, And thou, great Gladstone's victor (to be sure , The Dunces choose thee Hardy, take ijho Poor. Let pinks nor tulips nor lobelias die ; John, Manners, mind the Parks efficiently. Thoiij conqueror on the gay French Derby course, Beaufort, ride forth, our Master of the Horse. Our Thunderbolt of Law, flash out, Sir Hugh, Thy second, Bovill, champion tried and true. Not SI amrock, but Sham royalty, in scorn Is held, yet help us, friendly Abercorn. * Go, parody a court—thy pains 'twill pay To eat the haddock caught in Dublin Bay. And as light food is good in these hot dayß, Let Mayo s Naas hint at Mayonnaise. The minor posts «iiy. minor men be filled, Small boots it whether skilful or unskilled, While o'er you all my watcliful eye is thrown, Hint that each man had better miald his own. The future is with Fate. Come Bright, come Jack, At least we'll die with harness on our back !