Such a treat--or such treating:--did never take place.
While the Primrose Dames fretted, the Unionists fumed,
She merely the thread of her roundel resumed;
And the Duncanites whispered--"'Tis most underhand!
We must send for a songstress to match Mrs. BRAND."

A change in her theme! She has altered the bar
To _Kathleen Mavourneen_ and _Erin-go-bragh!_
Spell-bound stand the rustics; she's won the whole throng!
To the lady they've given their votes "for a song."
"'Twill be ours, will the seat--'tis the plot I have planned!
Oh, Music hath charms!"--exclaimed young Mrs. BRAND.

There is mourning mid folk of the Wire-pulling Clan;
Agents, Managers, Chairmen, are wild to a man,
For the Cambridgeshire precedent means that their calling
Has passed to the ladies excelling in--squalling!
"Free teaching" has come, and "Free Music"'s at hand;
Which we owe to the courage of young Mrs. BRAND.

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[Illustration: "JUST A SONG AT TWILIGHT."

(_As sung sweetly by a Public-House-Baritone._)]

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SMOKED OFF!