Of noble-born failures, with friend, foil, and tool.
“Had chances galore and some gifts; took to throw ’em
Away to the winds 63 years or more;
Two laughable lines in an imbecile poem
Will probably furnish his posthumous store.”
Mr. Ritchie’s Speech.
(In which he proposed to disestablish everybody, except the Drinksellers.)
“Let Boards and Benches, Lords and Squires die,
But leave us still our old Debauchery.”
The Star. March 21, 1888.