The Plea of the Party Man.

"There's no Obstruction!"—Why, then, all this ruction?

"When we obstruct, who dares to call't Obstruction?"

To dam a deluge, stop a bolting horse,—

That is obstruction, of a sort, of course;

Our sort, in fact! But theirs on t'other side?

That's quite another matter. They can't hide

The cloven foot of malice, the false faitours!

Not obstruct them? As well say not hang traitors!