Verses.
(Supposed to have been written by Arthur, Duke of Wellington, during his late solitary visit to Downing Street.).
However horrible may have been the situation of that wretched man Alexander Selkirk, the Duke of Wellington’s place in 1832 must have been equally appalling. Thrown by the sea of politics on the rock of Government, out of the reach of all help, he found himself Prime Minister of England, without a single associate in his solitary Administration.
I am master of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute,
All the cormorants feeding on pay;
Yes, I’m Lord of each time-serving brute.
Oh Premiership! where are the charms
I formerly saw in thy face?