Last month in House of Commons blythe and gay—
The guns of Canton signall’d forth the strife
And called ’em all to arms. And “Gov’nor Yeh!”
The war-cry was which led them on that day;
The husting’s mob closed round them—forth they went
Their hopes all wither’d, crush’d, in dust low lay—
To mourn their factious folly and repent
Were Gibson, Cobden, Bright, by angry England sent.
Anonymous.