When gazing at those sweeter tresses.
BALFOUR'S BOON.
(By an admiring M.P.)
After hours of dullard, rasper, ranter,
Sweet an interlude of Balfour's banter!
Joseph's venom, Harcourt's heavy clowning,
Tired us, in a sea of dulness drowning;
When, hillo! here is Prince Arthur chaffing
Mr. G. and all the House is laughing!