That form this busy London where we live
Became one city: all whose myriad hordes
Flocked to the polls, and of their fittest men
Chose a great Council Metropolitan,
To whom the law gave charge to rule and keep
This vast imperial London.”
Amongst the guests was Mr. Warton, M.P., who, after priming his wits with snuff, sang:—
Block, block, block;
Whatever the bills may be:
Of all the blockheads alive or dead