Deeming his Majesty’s grace dispensed through me, for they well know
His Majesty loves in his heart my political creed
(Nota Bene—I will not swear that he does; but is it not likely, oh Europe?)”
Here I concluded my stave, for my valet returned with my boot-hooks;
So taking my hat in my hand a remarkably requisite practice,
I sought that widening gulf where the Strand with a murmur susurrous
Flows into Pall Mall East, like Thames at the Nore into ocean;
Here I stood rapt awhile, commending the buildings around me,
Especially Waterloo Place, with which I was highly delighted;
Till hearing the clock strike eight, I returned to my Strand habitation,