With banner overhead, and pole in hand;
His common sense all gone,—the world too small
For his bold flight;—his once persuasive voice,
Turning tow’rds pot-house politicians, rants and vapours to a mob.
Last scene of all,
That generally ends this history,
Is second Toryism, or utter lassitude;—
Sans hope, sans care, sans mind, sans everything.
Once a Week, June 27, 1868.
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