Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, April 15, 1893

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On a recent March, who ( ever thoughtful for the comfort of his hired Charger ) chooses the cooling waters of the Ford in preference to the Bridge .
Here! Hi! Help, Somebody! Hold on! I mean Halt! He won't come out, and he wants to Lie Down, and I believe he's going to Rear!
A Crowded, gas-lit, stuffy hall,
A prosy speaker, such a duffer,
A mob that loves to stamp and bawl,
Noise, suffocation—how I suffer!
What is he saying? Mr. G.
Attacks the British Constitution,
It therefore—er—er—falls to me
To move the first—er—resolution: