7 dishes of fowls. 6 ditto of
capons, 5 French pies, 10 pigeon pies, 7 hams (ornamented), 6 tongues, 1
round of beef, 2 sirloins and ribs of beef, 7 dishes of mashed and other
potatoes, 6 ditto of shell-fish, 21 jellies, 6 blancmanges, 5 dishes of
tarts (creamed), 4 ditto of orange and other tourtes, 5 ditto of almond
pastry, 7 ditto of mince pies, 7 salads. Removes:--12 roast turkeys, 12
pheasants, 3 geese, 5 dishes of partridges, 4 ditto of wild fowl.
Dessert:--12 pine-apples, 24 dishes of grapes, 30 ice creams, 7 dishes of
apples, 14 ditto of pears, 7 ornamented Savoy cakes, 9 plates of walnuts,
9 ditto of dried fruit and preserves, 6 ditto of preserved ginger, 7 ditto
of rout cakes and chips, 5 ditto of brandy cherries.

"WINES:--Champagne, Hock, Claret, Madeira, Port, and Sherry."

* * * * *

THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ALDERMEN.

A MANSION-HOUSE MELODY.

Apoplexia came down on the Alderman fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming with jaundice like gold,
And the sheen of the spectres that own'd his behest
Glimmer'd bright as the gas at a new Lord May'r's feast.

Every fiend that humanity shrinks from was there--
Hepatitis, Lumbago, with hollow-eyed Care,
Hypochondria, and Gout grinning ghastly with pain,
And of Incubi phantoms a horrible train.

And onwards they gallop'd in brotherly pairs;
Their pennons pale yellow, their steeds were night mares;
And their leader's grim visage a darksome smile wore
As he gave the word "Halt" at the Mansion-house door.

The vision dismounted, and peering within,
'Midst a rattle of glasses and knife and fork din,
His victims beheld, tucking in calipash,
While they hob-nobb'd and toasted in Burgundy wash.

Then he straightway amongst them his grisly form cast,
And breathed on each puffing red face as he pass'd;
And the eyes of the feasters wax'd deadly and chill,
And their stomachs once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And the turtle devourers were stretched on the floor--
Each cheek changed to purple--so crimson before!
Their dewlaps all dabbled with red wine and ale,
And extremities cold as a live fish's tail!

And there lay the Liv'ryman, breathless and lorn,
With waistcoat and new inexpressibles torn;
And the Hall was all silent, the band having flown,
And the waiters stared wildly on, sweating and blown!

And Cripplegate widows are loud in their wail!
And Mary-Axe orphans all