The “Lancet” Bids Me Be a Peer.
[The Lancet urges, on medical grounds, that Mr. Gladstone should accept a peerage, and thus avoid the continued fatigue which leadership of the Commons necessarily involves.]
The Lancet bids me be a Peer,
With robes of gorgeous hue,
Tie up my form in lordly gear,
And act on Beaky’s cue—
Tie up my form in lordly gear,
And act, and act on Beaky’s cue.
For why, it hints, sit still and bear
The tease of Tories gay?