Whose menu excellent no tongue might blame;
And round about the board, without their Prime,
Without their prime delight and chiefest fame,
The mild-eyed muddle-headed whitebait-eaters came.
They sat them down upon the yellow chairs,
And feasted gaily as in days of yore;
And sweet it was to jest of late affairs,
Of Ward and Power and Cat; but evermore
Most weary seemed the Session almost o'er,
Weary Hibernian nights of barren seed.