THE FRENCH PERSECUTION OF BRITISH WORKMEN. BY MR. JEAMES. [From Punch.]

New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume IV, Issue 328, 20 September 1848, Page 4

THE FRENCH PERSECUTION OF BRITISH WORKMEN. BY MR. JEAMES. [From Punch.]

Livin reraoke from the whirld : hockupied with the umble dooties of my perfeshun, which moacely consists of droring hale & beer for the gence who frequent my otel, politticle efairs hinterest but suldum, and I confess that when Loy Philip habdigaded (the other day as I read in my noble & favorite Dispatch newspaper where Pnblicoaler is the boy for me), I cared no mor than I did when th^chap

hover the way went hoff without paying his rent. No maw does my little Mary Hary). I prommis you she has enough to do in minding the bar and the babbies, to eed the coftwulsions of hempires or the hagonies of prostrick kings. I ham what one of those littery chaps who uses our back parlor calls a pokercuranty on plitticle subjix. I don't permit 'em to whex, worrit, or distuhb me. My objick is to leaf a good beer bisnis to little Jeames, to sckewer somethink comftable for my two gals, Mary Harm rind Hangelina (wherehot the latter, who has jest my blew his and yaller air, is a perfick little Sherrybing to behold), and in case Grimb Deth, "which may appen to the best on us, shoud cum & scru me down, to leaf beHind a soraethink for the best wife any gentlemen hever ad — tied down of coarse if hever she should marry agin. I shoodnt have wrote at all,- then, at this present juncter, but for sugmstauces which affect a noble and galliant body of rnenn, of which I once was a hornmint ; I mean of the noble purfesshn of Henglish footmen & livry suvvants, which has heen crooly pussicutedby the firoashus Paris mob. I love my hold companions in harms, and none is more welcome, when they aye money, than they at the Wheel of Fortune Otel. I have a clubb of twenty fvr gentlemen outalivery, which has a riunion in my front parlor ; and Mr. Buck, my lord Dukes hown man, is to stand Godfather to the next litt c Plush as ever was. I call the atenshn of Europ, in the most solomon and impressive manner, to the hinjaries infligted upon my brutherin. Many of them have been obleeged to boalt without receiving their wagis ; many of them is egsiles on our shaws : an infewriate Parishn mob has tatin off their shoaldernots, laft at their wenerable liveries and buttons, as they laff at heverything sacred ; and I look upon those pore men as nayther mor nor less than marters, and pitty and admire em with hallmy art. I hoffer to those sacrid rephuGs (to such in coarse as can pay their shott) an esylum under the awspitihle roof of Jeames Plush of the Wheel of Fortune. Some has already come here ; two of tm occupize our front garrits; in the back Hattix there is room for 6 mor. Come, brave and dontless Hemmigrants; Come childring of Kilammaly for eight-and-six a week : an old memeber of the Cor hoffers you bed and bord ! The narratif of the ixcapes and dangers which they have gon through, has kep me and Mis. P. hup in the bar to mauy a nadnike our, a listening to them stories. My pore wife cries her hi's out at their nerations. One oT our borders, and a near relatif, by the Grandmother's side, of my wife's famly (though I despise buth, and don't bra<rg like some foax of my ginteal kinexions) is a man wenerated in the whole profeshn, and looktup as one of the first Yips in Europe. In this country, (and from his likeness when in his Vig to our revvered prelicks of the bentch of bishops) he was called Cantyberry — his reet name being Thomas. You never sor a finer sight than Cantyberry on a levy day, a seated on his gold fringed Ammer-cloth ! a nozegy in his busra ; his little crisp vig curling quite noble over his jolly red phase ; his At laced hallover like a HaJmiral ; the white ribbings in his ands, the pransing bay osses befor him ; and behind, his state carridge ; with Marquiz and Marehyness of Jonquil inside, and the galliant footmen in yalla livery clinging on at the back ! " Hooray !" the boys used to cry hout, only to see Cantyberry arrive. Every person of the establishment called him Sir his Master and Misis inklewdid, He never went into the stayble, -ixep to smoke a segar ; and when the state carridge was hordered (me and the Jonquils live close together, the W of F being sitiwated in a ginteal Court leading hout of the street), he sat in my front parlor, in full phig, reading the newspaper like a Lord, until such time as his body-suvn't called him, and said Lord and Lady Jonquil was ready to sit behind him. Then be went. Not a minnit sooner ; not a minnit latter ; and being elped hup to the box by 3 men, he took the ribbings, and drove his employers to the ressad en ces of the nobillaty, or the pallas of the Sovring. Times is now, R how much changed with Cantyberry ! Last yer, being bribed by Sir Thomas and Lady Kicklebury, but chiefly, I ! fear, because this old gent, being intimatwith Butlers, had equired a tayste for Bergamy, and Clarick, and other French winds, he quitted Lord and Lady Jouquil's box for that of! the Kicklebury family, residing Rue Rivuly, at Parris. He was rispected there — that i Cantyberry is wherehever he goes ; the King, the Hex-Kings coachmen, were mere moughs^ compared to him ; and when he card the Kings ! osses were sold the other day at 50 frongs apease he says they was deer at the money. Well, on the 24th of Febbywerry, being so ableeging as to drive Sir T. and Lady Kicklebury to dinner with the Markee d'Epinard, in Fobug Sang Jermang, Cantyberry, who had been sittn all day Teading Gaily nanny, and playing at cribbidge at a Marshong d* Vang t

and kawnsquinly was quite hignorant of the ewents in progrice, found hisself all of a sudden serowndid by a set of rewd fellers with pikes and guns, hollerun and bellerin " Veevly \ liberty," " Amore Lewy-Philip," &c.—"Git| out of the way there," says Cantyberry, from his box, a vipping his osses. The puple, as the French people call theirselves, came round the carridgs, rawring out "Ah, BuhVAristogratr Lady Kicklebury looked out. Her Par was in the Cheese Mongering (olesale) way ; and she never was called an aristograt afor. •• Your mistaken, my good people," says she ; "Je swee Onglase. Wee, boco, Lady Kicklebury, je vay diner avec Munseer d'Eppynar ;" _ and so she went a jabbring on ; but I'm blest if the Puple would let her pass that way. They sail there was abarrygade in the street, and turning round the Eds of Cantyberry's osses, told him to drive down the next steet. He didn't understand, but was reddy to drop hoff his perch at the Hindignaty hoffered the British Yip. Now they had scarce drove down the next street at a tarin gallop, (for when aggrywated Cantyberry drives like madd to be sure), when lowinbyold, they come on some more puple, more pikes, more guns, the pavement hup, and a Buss spilt on the ground, so that it was impawsable to pass. " Git out of the carridge" rors the puple, and a feller in a cock at, (of the Pollypicnic School, Cantyberry says, though what that is he doant No), comes up to the door, while hothers old the osses, and says, " Miladi, il faut dcs cendres ;" which means, you must git out. " Mway new pas, MoiLzdy Kicklebury,' cries out my Lady, waggling her phethers and diminds, and screamin like a Macaw. " II le fo pourlong," says the Pollypicnic scholard : very polite, though he was ready to bust with laffu hisself. "We must make a baraygade of the carridge. The caviliy is at one hend of the street, the hartillary at the other ; there'll be a fight presently, and out you must git." Lady Kicklebury set up a screamin louder than hever, and I warrant she hopped out pretty quick this time, and the hoffiser, giving her his harm, led her into a kimmis shop, and giv her a glas of sallyvalattaly. Meanwild Cantyberry sat puffin like a grampus on his box, his face as red as Cie-ling-whacks. His osses had been led out before his hi's, his footmen — French miuials unwuthy of a livry — had fratynized with the Mobb, and Thomas Cantyberry sat aloan. * (( Descends mong gros/" cries the mob, which intuppritted is " Come down, old fat un ;") " come off your box, we're going to upset the carridge." " Never," says Thomas, for which he knew the French ; and dubbling his fist, he igsclaimed, " Jammy, Dammy /" He cut the fust man who sprang bon the box, hover the fase and i's ; •he delivered on the nex fellers nob. But what was Thomas Cantyberry against a people in harms 1 They pulled that brave old man off his perch. They upset his carridge — his canidge beside a buss. When he comes to this point of his narratif, Thomas always bursts into tears and calls for a fresh glas. He is to be herd of at my bar ; and being disingaged hoffers hisself to the Nobilaty for the enshuing seasu. His turns is ninety lbs per hannum, the purchesing of the hanimals and the corn, an elper for each two osses ; ony to drive the lord and lady of the family ; no drivin at night excep to Ofishal parties, and two vigs drest a day during the sesn. He objex to the country.and won't go abrod no more. In a country (sezee) where I was ableeged to whonder abowt disguised out of livery, amongst a puple who pulled my vig off before my face, Thomas will never mount box agiu. And I eplaud him. And as long as he has enough to pay his skaw, my house is a home for this galliant Hegsile.