That doubts John often feels,
Bewildered by the “sturm und drang,”
Which are his head and heels:
For Liberal Captains staunch and true,
Is he bestead so sorely,
That he’s but Morley, Dilke, and you,
And—you, and Dilke, and Morley?
Is Forster but a poor pretence?
Is Goschen but a traitor?
Upon a Tory providence