But the genuine British Lion, in whom our heart rejoices,
Seems almost to have vanished from the dwellings of mankind!
And even if we find him, after herculean labour,
Apart from festive drawing-rooms he resolutely roams,
Disgracefully forgetful of his duty to his neighbour
He quite declines to dignify our dinners and At Homes.
Too often those we ask are unaccountably prevented
From hastening, as we wanted them, "to come and join the dance,"
And so, in these degraded times, we have to be contented
With quite inferior persons, mediocrities who "prance."