Your zeal, and their notions instil—
Though Trevelyan, and Millais, and Tyndall
Should tempt you to keep back your “pill;”
If you think he would frown our cigars on,
Or to sixpenny whist prove a foe,
If he’s only a Gladstonite parson,
My own Athenæum, say “No.”
If you don’t, he will cut some new caper—
P’raps accuse the committee of crimes;
He will ruin the club in note-paper.