Loyalty, liberal aid,—who laughs at them
Is churl and goose at once. All England's ranks
Will hail your generous gift with cordial thanks,
Nizam-ool-Moolk! Our Dufferin has Wit,
Trust him to make the wisest use of it;
Or failing that—which doubtless will not fail—
Trust Punch to throw his bâton in the scale,
Whose wood, in hands like his, as skilled as bold,
Ofttimes outweighs the worth of steel and gold.
Nizam, that North-West Frontier, Punch's eye