Tourists? Cloture-ists also I trust.
Obstruction to fight without shrinking
Will call us all back—come we must,
To St. Stephens’s shindy and dust.”
“Oh, hang it!” cried Puss, his face sinking;
“That bothering Cloture be—bust!”
Then I pacified Pussy, and chid him
For giving vulgarity room.
And he promised to do as I bid him,
But there passed o’er his features a gloom—