“I shall be glad to fight for British honour,
When it’s attack’d, and you of course will help me;
But, for my part, I never like to mix it
With Politics, sir.”
Friend of Humanity.
“I come and help thee! I will see thee d—— first—
Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance;
Baffled, effete, humiliated, sordid,
Spiritless Shopman!”
[Wisely refrains from kicking Mr. J. B.,
and exit in a transport of martial enthusiasm
and impartial philanthropy.]