For the jabber and jaw made him feel so queer,
That he swore to his friend Hughes-Hallett, “Oh dear,
It is worse than the Tower of Babel!”
But as Balfour was near, he said, “Arthur, my dear,
Never care for J. M. or Trevelyan.
Your uncle’s bold policy just pleases me,
So stick to coercion, and soon we may see
Pat goaded right into rebellion.”
At midnight he wandered around the West-end,
And remarked, with a dash of profanity,