Where lately Fashion kept its droning flight,
And pull-back skirts extended lengthy folds.
From Westminster’s electric-lighted tower,
Still drowsy M. P.’s to the moon complain
That dull debates outlast the midnight hour—
’Tis ever so when ancient Tories reign.
The applause of listening Senates to command
Some late-elected Member vainly tries,
Brings in his Bill, and faltering takes his stand,
But reads his fate in every Member’s eyes.