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,,+ M v -wiTf-r- V.- ecTKBir. A tap-room. Professional smoking his mild, llavannah, and 4 11 .I ecwtersing with" men about town." 1st. Com.—Well, What news to-night ? Profess.— There is nothing stirring, That I can hear, if we except the noise Those mercy-mongers make, whose vocation Seems to consist in compassing the fall: Of our Church and glorious Constitution, And in snatching scoundrels frorii the gallows. 2sid Com.—Speak not so; you know what radicals we are By the company he keeps a man is known If this be true, then it is very certain Your speech plays falsely with your heart. XstCwu-T ist, man Merry be thy mood, chide not so solemnly, Tempt him with dollars, he'd unsay it all. ?>nl Com.-—Marry, and he yrou\d,Tll.w.ar'rar-a:tye;' Id C01i.r would not risk a groat upon the chance. P<*o/e«8.—Well, of course, I speak professionally, And, like a prudent man; say aUI'caa To further the aims of the thing f adit. » 3rdColtt.-The thing thank thee for teaching me that word. t st Com.-His thing, who answers to the name of Shylock A thing most truly, aud such a thing Profess.- Come, Every fool can play upon a word. 2thdConi.—And lack-wits edit things called newspapers; Lit Com, Now for the news, a truce to badinagift What do the gossips say ? 2nd Com.— The Irishman, It is said, will be reprieved. The sheriff, r A right-minded and an honourable mau, v Has gone to intercede on his behalf; And with him takes a strong memorial That cannot but command success. Profess.- Never, Never, until I see the document, Will I believe that the culprit's not to die. If this man do not pay the penalty, So justly due, then willI say that 11 Who before have on the gallows hanged, Were murdered. But, I never will believe it; Tried before an upright judge and jury, And convicted of the crime—he ought to die. 'bId Com,-Most merciful! most Christian and humane t&rti Com.-Bless you, it is all pique. Sir Oracle Would be silent as a mum, and be content To shew his wisdom thus,—but he is ji-alous. Profess.—Jealous! of whom ? not of the man that writes In the provincial journal' I will not name Ist COm. Hah you'll not minister to its success By any gratuitous advertisement. tnd Com.-He has an eye to business. 3rd COTll.- To be sure, And he must mind it too, or we with fun- Will poke his eye out. b Com.— He'll be a Titan then. 3rd Com.-Nay, a Triton now amongst the minnows. Profess.—You are personal, so I will leave you (exit). AU-r— And we will follow. It is an improper hour (exeunt). ACT II. SCENE I. T-bc office of a 11 Proviiwial n-ew8plIpoi- Professional armed with his editorial scissors, pacing with most determined step, and tyns with ifne frenzy rolliitg.-(alone.) Profess.—To be, or not to be, that is a question To me of vital import. To fall, A Brained by a Dissenter's walking-stick, Were degradation deep indeed. Never In history shall it be chronic led That the Guardian of the rights and wrongs Of Church and State, shall fall without a battle Long and desperate. But why need I care? « Is not the craft of your true-bred editor j. A purchaseable thing? Professions! ■ Are they anything but wares? Professions > Of the holiest kind are bought and sold; Then surely I, an humble scribe, may sell My services to the highest bidder: But still I have a tolerable birth, And though the shafts that come, thick and piercing, From a "provincial" adversary, Constantly perplex me, I would not fly From these, to sorrows that I know not of. Were I in the market once again, I may not fetch the price I brought before. So, with an earnestness that suits the case, C«t lustily, agiunst thiet wrio Kkbs Me of that which much enriches him, And leaves me poor indeed. (SHYLOCK enters, looking glum.) Shy loch.— What's the matter? Something must be done: long we cannot last At this rate. Languid n circulation, And tokens of decrepit de in our columns, We are laughed at by our adversaries They call us applewomen, and the whole town Take up u e cry, and po ntmg as we pass, Whisper a sanction to the epithet. To desperate cases we must apply Kennedies as desperate. Profess,— Well, to them then Let's have at once recourse. It must be so. Where can we get a dash of spirit from, l'o stop that caningorgan it plays I. Such music that charms our readers off- Music so grating to our ears. Well, well, 'Tis ever so w.;th an ungrateful world; They run after the latest novelty, Heedless of those they tread upon. Who's there? (PBINTKB'SDEVI*, enters with a letter.) Printer** Devil.-—The rancour i& that a. reprieve has come. ^hyloek—For Martin* and here is cutifirmat- (reading the [letter. Nay, more, his sentence is commuted.. Those enemies of Church and State have done it; All who have abetted them are traitors.. We've done our best to vindicate the law, To support the judgment of an upright judges 'I he verdict of an impartial jury, V And we have cried out lustily for death. We are thwarted. Our constitution's loosened* And our true British glory tarnished* Printer** D.-What an infinite deal of nothing- (a.ide,)-exii. profess.—You have read wrongly; it never can be true-, Shyloek.—True indeed it is. Mercy may suit "A throned monarch better than his crown," But it suits not people living by their wits. Besides the fine moral of the gallows tree, It has a business view by public hanging You punish crime, and yet you foster trade. People will come from everywhere to see, And of course to write the lesson in their hearts. They must eat and drink, and hence a profit To the vendors of suchstrifl's. Above all It makes a demand for literature, And sets a languid circulation going.^ Tbe oubjects'-grovil ng on me. I must atop And not trust myseit to utter all I feel. Pro .-M- y palm is itching, rather my fingers Itch to write. I'll ptn you such an article That will make the country, cry, "forebame That the gibbet should be cheated of its due." Come, dear master, give not up to sorrow: That portrait, taken from the lumber room, With which we meant to celebrate the hanging, Shall yet appear. No one will notice it, And yet 't will give us some eclat. Come, come, Don't be dejected. We have a Silent. FrieM And other things of secrecy, and they Will help us in our hour of difficulty, Printer's D,—(.enteringJ—-More copy, sir Profess.—, Oh! where's the scissors? {The .curtain Jails.) SCF.NK II. Aroom in the ,'Lanie/Chickenr',itiit$profyiscu6iis company. 1st. Speaker.- Ho there bring us a pot of aleyour best. ale? ^■(bringing in\the.ale.) Bring it bew, my A rare good colour, and a top that tells Tales-ot last Outober. Here's,-to ye,,wjenchif)u What new» tenday 1 Betsy. Olil: sir. most sorry nem,r,. Have you not seen thenewspaper "■ There is sure to be som« misciief brewing, The irishman's—reprieved I think they call it. y 2nd Speaker.—I'm glad of it. 'Tis time our laws were altered, Speaker. — (teaditig)-Bleu me, how furious he is I, 3rd Speaker.~ Who ? Shyloek ? 1st Speaker.—Aye, or Professional," his man of all work. 2n4 Speaker,Disappointed, no doubt. It.will be a loss. • How many papers he would sell ? And then Besides the moral he would teach, the gains He could apply to deeds of goodness. lj £ Speaker.—-But here's poor-Martin's portrait ? Tush! A wretched thing, liie any one but he. i. 2nd Spea,&-er.-Something like Professional," thiokyou not P Betsy.—WTell. I never! This is no Chartist house, Good sirs, we are for the good old ways Our Church and Queen. 3rd Speaker.—Jury, judge, and halter (exit Betsy^tmonpishly). 2nd SPfflker.MostexceHent.conclusi9ll, I&rt enough. gh. Here's a song, gentlemen. ( ings) Then here's to our Queen* to our good young Q een May she live to rule as long; In peace may she reign, from bloodshed abstain, And dwell in a land of song. Down, down with bad laws success to the cause The people has ta'en in hand I,1 Come, let us see, then, that we be freemen, And live in a happy land. The Queen for her throne, and all for their own; Let every one be righted Then our noble's domes, and our peasant's homes Will with content be lighted. Then here's to our Queen, to our good young Queen, A right good bumper give her. Wherever she dwells, sing good boys and girls, Her Majesty for ever. SCENE III. An Editor's office. Papers strewn about. Professional and Shylock deeply engaged in reading a "provincial newspaper Shyloek.— Well, really I know not what to do; rhey have a downright laugh at us; I can stand anything but ridicule: s Look what they say about the dying speech, (pointing to the newspaper) And,—but I have no patience. What a. we do P Profess.-Loolk, they say the portrait is like me: (pointing to the.paper} Oh I'll revenge it before I die; Revenge is sweet, and I will have it: The writer shall pay dearly for his sport. Oh for terms black enough to daub him o'er;— I'll ransack all the books I have, and go On pilgrimage to Billingsgate, from thence To cull the choicest flowers of rhetoric, .Z' That I may stifle him withall, and rid The world for ever of so great a pest. Shyloek.—Aye, heap them on him, high as higheat Andes And then, to crown them, we will jump on top. He has had no mercy, and we'll have none. Profess.—I will write an ything-e very Ihin (wildly) Right and wrong, foul and fair, but I'll match him. Shylock.-Everythiog is right, anything is fair, In such warfare as we have now to wage, We will not be single-handed either. Let us overwhelm him if we can Him of Aberdare will like such quarry: We'll bunt him down in couples. (Both retire wildly, and the eurtain closes.) The sequel will be found in the Guardian, ^Q&meaciag with September 9th, 1848.

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