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So here I am, To read a royal speech without a flam. Her Majesty continues to receive From Foreign Powers good reasons to believe That, for the universe, they would not tease her, But do whate'er they could on earth to please her. A striking fact, That proves each act Of _us_, the Cabinet, has been judicious, Though of our conduct _some_ folks _are_ suspicious. Her Majesty has also satisfaction To state the July treaty did succeed (Aided, no doubt, by Napier's gallant action), And that in peace the Sultan smokes his weed. That France, because she was left out, Did for a little while--now bounce--now pout, Is in the best of humours, and will still Lend us her Jullien, monarch of quadrille! And as her Majesty's a peaceful woman, She hopes we shall get into rows with no man. Her Majesty is also glad to say, That as the Persian troops have march'd away, Her Minister has orders to resume His powers at Teheran, where he's ta'en a room. Her Majesty regrets that the Chinese Are running up the prices of our teas: But should the Emperor continue crusty, Elliot's to find out if his jacket's dusty. Her Majesty has also had the pleasure (By using a conciliatory measure) To settle Spain and Portugal's division About the Douro treaty's true provision. Her Majesty (she grieves to say) 's contrived to get, Like all her predecessors, into debt-- In Upper Canada, which, we suppose, By this time is a fact the Council knows, And what they think, or say, or write about it, You'll he advised of, and the Queen don't doubt it, But you'll contrive to make the thing all square, So leaves the matter to your loyal care. GENTLEMEN OF THE HOUSE OF COMMONS, Her Majesty, I'm proud to say, relies On you with confidence for the supplies; And, as there's much to pay, she begs to hint She hopes sincerely you'll not spare the Mint. MY LORDS AND GENTLEMEN, The public till, I much regret to say, is looking ill; For Canada and China, and the Whigs--no, no-- Some other prigs--have left the cash so-so: But as our soldiers and our tars, brave lads, Won't shell out shells till we shell out the brads, Her Majesty desires you'll be so kind As to devise some means to raise the wind, Either by taxing more or taxing less, Relieving or increasing our distress; Or by increasing twopennies to quarterns, Or keeping up the price which
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