Right into the place burst a horrible mob;
The vilest of vile and the lowest of low,
And these cuddled the corpses and snivelled their woe.
They were folks who regretted the jolly old days
When humbugs and robbers had all their own ways;
They wept for the crew by the Radicals slain,
And they wished back the old days of darkness again.
He crept from the churchyard, and, wiser, more sad,
He confessed that the City was hopelessly bad;
He confessed that in feasting and pageant and show