Now myself from your presence I really must tear,
But I thank you once more for my new Arm-chair.
Punch. August 27, 1881.
Scene.—The House of Commons. The Ex-Speaker is discovered gazing sadly at the seat he has lately vacated. At length, satisfying himself that he is alone, he relieves his soul in song as follows;—
“I loved it, I loved it; and who would dare
To chide me for loving that Grand Old Chair?
When they chose me first to its seat to rise,
I looked on it then as a precious prize,
And my heart with joy and with pride was big