If you shall plunge us in this dark disgrace
While thousands, starving, walk about the street,
They’ll hiss you to your face;
But all—too late, too late!
Jesse H. Wheeler.
The two following parodies à propos of present circumstances, also appeared in a Prize competition:
Britannia to Gladstone.
You must save me from the Jingoes, from the Jingoes, Gladdy dear—
To morrow’ll be the wretchedest time of all this tragic year;