That villain Yeh would break old English ties,
And British statesmen stoop to puff his Chinese lies?
Then ye might see cabs hurrying in hot haste
To Paddington, and Shoreditch, Euston-square,
And all the other stations—for no waste
Of time made Pam, nor did he even spare
His co-mates; for the ripen’d wheat and tare
Must grow and bloom together here, until
The reck’ning comes, and men’s hearts are laid bare.
And well did Ministers their own plots till,