Who, it seems, a fresh chance for our souls, won’t deny us,
Plac’d the hat on his cunning old pate, and said “Rise Man,
Archbishop of Westminster—Cardinal Wiseman!”
And his newly-made Eminence rose from his knees
As proud and designing a Priest as you please!
But a very short time had passed by, and the Hat
Was dingy and shabby, and crushed almost flat:
For on it, John Bull, set his sturdy old heel,
Saying—“Pius, my Bishoprics you shall not steal;”
And to Wiseman—“Old Craftyman—vanish from here—”