Animas Sapientiores Fieri Quiescendo. And Now-Cross-Buns And Pancakes O'Er-- Hail, Lords And Gentlemen, Once More! Thrice Hail And Welcome, Houses Twain! The Short Eclipse Of April-Day Having (God Grant It!) Past Away, Collective Wisdom, Shine Again! Come, Ayes And Noes, Thro' Thick And Thin,-- With Paddy Holmes For Whipper-In,-- Whate'Er The Job, Prepared To Back It; Come, Voters Of Supplies--Bestowers Of Jackets Upon Trumpet-Blowers, At Eighty Mortal Pounds The Jacket![1] Come--Free, At Length, From Joint-Stock Cares-- Ye Senators Of Many Shares, Whose Dreams Of Premium Knew No Boundary; So Fond Of Aught Like Company, That You Would Even Have Taken Tea (Had You Been Askt) With Mr. Goundry.[2] Come, Matchless Country-Gentlemen; Come, Wise Sir Thomas--Wisest Then When Creeds And Corn-Lords Are Debated; Come, Rival Even The Harlot Red, And Show How Wholly Into Bread A 'Squire Is Transubstantiated, Come, Lauderdale, And Tell The World, That--Surely As Thy Scratch Is Curled As Never Scratch Was Curled Before-- Cheap Eating Does More Harm Than Good, And Working-People Spoiled By Food, The Less They Eat, Will Work The More. Come, Goulburn, With Thy Glib Defence (Which Thou'Dst Have Made For Peter'S Pence) Of Church-Rates, Worthy Of A Halter; Two Pipes Of Port (Old Port, 'Twas Said By Honest Newport)[3] Bought And Paid By Papists For The Orange Altar![4] Come, Horton, With Thy Plan So Merry For Peopling Canada From Kerry-- Not So Much Rendering Ireland Quiet, As Grafting On The Dull Canadians That Liveliest Of Earth'S Contagions, The Bull-Pock Of Hibernian Riot! Come All, In Short, Ye Wondrous Men Of Wit And Wisdom, Come Again; Tho' Short Your Absence, All Deplore It-- Oh, Come And Show, Whate'Er Men Say, That You Can After April-Day, Be Just As--Sapient As Before It.