And daily I’m affrighted
That one of us may p’rhaps forget
We all should be united.
Against our party house of glass
That Harcourt’s thrown a bad stone.
I hope no damage, but——” “Alas!
He’s smashed a pane,” says Gladstone.
“A penny on the Income Tax
Who’s mean enough to grudge it,
When duties they on malt relax?