If Whalley has spirit to lend me a hand,
By Stoke-upon-Trent’s new-made Member I’ll stand.”
But Disraeli moved, “Waive the rule, better far:
Some will force their way over, some under, the Bar.”
So the Order was waived, and unblushing in face
He shook hands with the Speaker, swore, scowled at the Mace;
’Twas some time e’er the House could its business resume,
What with Decency’s fret and Propriety’s fume:
While an old stager whispered, “We’re best as we are;
Stick to Orders, that serve, now and then, as a Bar.”