They find Doctor Balfour, one fears,
Worse than poor Davy Copperfield's Creakle;
As awful as grim Mrs. Squeers
With her jorum of brimstone and treacle.
Ah, Courtney, how could you conceive
A picture so Mephistophelian?
Your buzzum is stone, I believe,
And your heart must be truly a steely 'un!
Sweet Babes! They seem likely to choke!
Poor Gladdy! Poor Johnnie! Poor Willy!