That they are bound to rid themselves of him without delay;
For he toadies to gain confidence, which straightway he’ll betray;
And there’s no trick too mean for him to readily essay.
Chorus.—This Special Correspondent, one of the modern time!
In short, he’s arrogant and false; he gushes to excess,
He makes his facts to suit the views his master may express;
His self-conceit’s contemptible, so are his style and dress,
And he’s brought already quite enough dishonour on the Press.
Chorus.—Has the Special Correspondent, all of the modern time!
Truth Christmas Number. 1882.