Slowly and sadly we dawdled down
From the Doultons, and dresses, and dairies,
We carved not a name, we grazed not a stone,
But went straight to our alleys and "aireys."
BOB RIDLEY.
THE REMOVAL OF THE HOUSE OF LORDS.
NOT a sound was heard but a general drone,
As remorselessly onwards we hurried;
Not a soul but discharged a farewell groan
For the House where those zeros erst worried.