"Here! Hi! Help, Somebody! Hold on! I mean Halt! He won't come out, and he wants to Lie Down, and I believe he's going to Rear!"
POLITICAL MEETINGS.
A Crowded, gas-lit, stuffy hall,
A prosy speaker, such a duffer,
A mob that loves to stamp and bawl,
Noise, suffocation—how I suffer!
What is he saying? "Mr. G.
Attacks the British Constitution,
It therefore—er—er—falls to me