‘True, Sir,’ says John; ‘when the Gazette I read,
‘There’s many by that way I see succeed.’
‘If that’s your way,’ again replies the Dad,
‘I’ll soon promote you, never fear my lad.
‘I’ll tell you what, dear John, since off you ran,
‘A Banker I’m become, and Alderman:
‘And what’s still better, as you will agree,
‘I represent the City, an M.P.’
‘An M.P., dear Dad—that’s devilish well,
‘Then I can now Campaign it in Pall Mall.’