He touched Whalley’s hand, who fought shy, it was clear,
And he reached the Hall-door, with the cabs standing near;
So light in the air his green gingham he swung;
So light to his faithful four-wheeler he sprung—
“I have won! The trick’s done! To the knife it is war!
See The Englishman!”—quoth this Ex-light of the Bar.
There were posters (four-sheet) on The Englishman’s van
With its damp quires the newsboys they roared and they ran:
Vollied dirt at M.P.’s, as at Judges, there flew.
But the lost case of Orton they would not review!