Until hope whispered Knowsley’s lord
“Loveth not the sword.”
Derby, dear, ’twas your backing out
Showed the way for the Tories’ rout,
Ah, dear! how you stilled my fear,
Life appeared better and office near.
Always the same, Derby, my own,
Always the same to your old Glad-stone!
Always the same to your old Glad-stone!
Punch. December 23, 1882.