Punch sympathises with his friend Dunraven,

Who nevermore may see return to haven

That gallant, luckless yacht.

Primrose, dear boy, even the fleet Ladas

May yield without disgrace to Isinglass,

But Bullingdon!—that's hot!

Perchance the Nonconformist Conscience now

May be conciliated! Anyhow

The horse may "come again,"

But that proud yacht lies twenty fathom deep!