They skinned you when you wrote Lothair."
He answered, with his nose in air,
"Endymion!"
"Oh stay," the Tory said, "and make
That wicked GLADSTONE writhe and quake."
A twinkle flash'd from out his eye:
"I'll give him rope," he said, "and try
Endymion!"
"Beware the day they may begin
To break the Treaty of Berlin!"