The Plaint of the Unwilling Peer.
From my M.P.'s seat I—oh, the pity!—must move.
I am one of Rank's sorrowful heirs;
For the Commons Fate bids me dissemble my love,
But why did she kick me upstairs?
On Tick.—The Modern Novel is a blend of the Erotic, the Neurotic, and the Tommy-rotic.