Campbell-Bannerman’s gone; we have no “Truthful James”
To o’erwhelm us with wild economical shoddy;
And—oh, ruthless fate! ’twas the sorest of shames
To deprive us of Wirtue’s palladium in Waddy!
That general fidus Achates, “dear Caine,”
Is a wanderer now, which seems cruel, most cruel.
Like Mossoo in his seat O’Shea “does not remain.”
Smug McArthur has got—and deserved it—his gruel.
Sidney Waterlow’s down ’tis low water with him.
Smart George Russell’s defeat Rads regard with abhorrence;