And, having heard, perhaps, at school,
How fiddling Orpheus rose to rule,
Each, for Madness ruled the hour,
Would tempt the self-same path to pow’r.
First fiddle Grenville needs must try,—
And strain’d the chords, to make them sure:
Then back recoil’d, he knew not why,
From the unfinish’d overture.
Next, Brougham came pushing from behind,
His native bagpipe at his side: