We thank thee, oh, Queen.
From being left to the tender mercies of the Tories. Friends of Freedom save us.
Spare us, we beseech thee.
And oh, Lowe, since Gladstone has duly installed you as Keeper of the National Cash-box, let us have none of your hanky-panky or Adullamite tricks, as you had at the time of the great Reform Meeting, when you charged the working-men with being a vile, degenerate, and beer-swilling crew.
Now, Lowe, none of your moon-raking capers, or I shall give you another taste of my rod of correction.
And, oh, Gladstone, give them a plentiful supply of Liberal pills, to purge them of impurity.
Warm them, good Gladstone.
And, oh, Dizzy, my lad, keep up your pecker, and don’t be cast down, for Gladstone is a good sort of a chap, and if you behave yourself, I dare say he will give you a job.
Do not fret, Dizzy, there’s a good boy.
And, oh, D——, we thank you for paying attention to our last prayer, by kindly removing the spectacles from off the dog’s noses, and when the roasted chesnuts and boys hoop question is settled, turn your great mind into another channel, and devise some means of ridding us of the garrotting ruffians that now infest our streets and highways in the open daylight.