That made my rides so pleasant, O farewell!
Farewell the wave of hats, and the shrill “bravo,”
The kerchief-shaking, and all quality
Bows, shouts—the glorious products of Reform.
And O! ye papers! engines, whose anathemas
Th’ immortal Figaro’s dread cuts counterfeit,
Farewell! poor Billy’s occupation’s gone.
Brougham.—
Is it possible, my lord?
Puppet.—(Going fiercely to him)—