A stormy House before him—
And see, the Tories, all a drift,
Have soon begun to bore him.
Yet still he waged the wordy war,
With foemen justly railing—
Lord Stanley ventured to the “Bar,”
From wrath he turned to wailing.
For on that night in dismal plight,
Sir Peel he saw to sob then—
One hand out-stretched for aid to Bright,