Who at St. Stephen’s but lately did ply
His pencil and paper with skill and dexterity?
(Till his sly toil caught the Sullivan’s eye.)
He looked so calm, and he worked so steadily,
His Pitman’s Phonetics he marshalled so readily,
And he eyed the debate with such business-like air,
You’d have sworn his proceedings were all square and fair.
What sights of long speeches he heard in his gallery,
So frothy, so fierce, and so foolish withal!