PAM UPON THE HEIGHTS.
[Lord Palmerston was appointed Lord Warden of the Cinque Ports, March, 1861].
NOT old, stood Pam upon the Heights,
The Commons roaring at his feet,
And Beadledom, with antique rites,
Did him the homage meet.
Punch, in his place did much rejoice,
Not for the title then assigned,
But glad to hear the brave old boy's
Name shouted on the wind.
Admiring much his British pluck,
His ready tongue, his cheery jest,
His never downing on his luck,
But hoping for the best.
His hate of humbug, saving such
As should to humbugs still be flung,
His speeches, void of artist touch,
Yet suiting English tongue.
His deeper hatred for the gang,
Who, prating of some Right Divine,
Doom freedom's friends to starve, or hang,
Or in foul dungeons pine.
Cheer for the Constable! Our foes
Find him the nightmare of their dreams;
We, the wise Englishman, who knows
The Falsehood of Extremes.
Punch, 1861.