Papurau Newydd Cymru

Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

8 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

PASSING EVENTS R MOURS, &P-,.

CHARGE AGAINST CAPTAIN SIMPSON.…

THE SHEFFIELD TRADES' UNION…

A GRAND SPECTACLE.

THE SWEATING OF SOVEREIGNS.

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THE SWEATING OF SOVEREIGNS. 0 freedom from tormenting cares! It would be such a blessed thing, That, safe to make my own affairs, Almost I fain would be a king. But what a life must sovereigns lead I Of income though they rest secure, Perhaps the lifelong fear of need Not equals all that they endure. They 're sure of their three meals a-day. Of house-room and apparel-true. But, well indeed, they earn their pay, If any slaving mortals do. From early morn till late at night, s Hard faggiag monarchs cannot cease. In quiet thought denied delight, They never know a moment's peace. Ms not the dull routine of State, The documents to sign and seal, That I should so intensely hate, If I reigned o'er the commonweal Nor is it any mental task, That active kingship might demand, Or Government's direction ask- Such simple labour I could stand. lis all that pomp, parade, and show," Day after day, for evermore; r' Which weary sovereigns undergo,1 That I should vote so great a here. Those levees, drawing-rooms, and baus Which oft, in guise grotesque arrayed, They needs must hold in gilded halls, (Or ought to) for the good of trade. lis laying those foundation stones, ¡, Inaugurating," as they say, Those statues, that would make a throne', Work, to my mind, beyond all pay. Tie that kings ever t allow ( Addresses to atigife their ears; Where'er they go, compelled to bow Acknowledgm nt of Idle chftm 'Twould irk me being, any night, Required to dance just when one feels Disposed a bland cigar to light, Or smoke a pipe, and rest one's heels. Engaged in a perpetual round Of solemn, tedious, trifling things, I hardly think I would be crowned To lead the life that's led by kingo, < So, scarce to gain a mind at ease, Nor live In dread of fall delayed, Beneath the sword of Damocles, With workhouse written on the blade. But if I did accept the part Of Royal pageantry and show; I'd act it out with all mine art, And pay the debt which sovereigns Punch .===== .iil

FIRE DAMP AT SEA,

MRS, YELVERTON IN THE HOUSE…

A SOUTHERNER'S SKETCH OF MR.…