Never a chance of a row or a wrangle,
No Afghan affairs to get in a tangle.
Gladstone before and old Johnny behind;
With a wide-awake Postmaster, even if blind;
Everything bound to go to the bad:
His place, too, filled by a rascally “Rad.”
Things seemed to his lordship gloomy—very,
So he rose and rang for his Secretary.
Mr. Sec.—was a gentleman born
Who hated a “Cad” with a noble scorn: