He staggered into Jacky’s room, half tight,
And showed the names upon his slate of brass,
And lo! this Jack was written down an Ass.
American Paper.
Ben Disraeli.
Ben Disraeli (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, close by the night light in his room,
Filling it with sulphureous perfume,