Ere that Bench’s remembrance will fade from my heart.
’Twas not that the upholsterer had covered each form,
With the greenest of baizes, so genial and warm;
’Twas not the soft cushions well padded with skill—
Oh no, it was something more exquisite still:—
’Twas that place, the beloved of the Tories was near,
Making every dear seat on those Benches more dear;
And which taught how the strongest of scruples will move,
When we find them assaulted with pay that we love.
Sweet Treasury Benches, how calm could I rest,