That struck down England’s Premier with dismay.
From market-hall they came, from Pullman car,
From every vantage-ground on William’s way.
Stafford turned pale; but Salisbury’s sterner mood
Couched in his mind some ultimatum rude.
“Weave the warp and weave the woof,
Lord Beaconsfield to bury in;
Give ample room and verge enough
To trace the Treaty of Berlin.
Mark the year and mark the night