Some men are led by blighted hopes to leave the ancient fold,
And some by mere conviction, and some by thirst for fame;
And some because the Government were far too fond of gold;
Lord Hothfield quits the Radicals because he wants a game.
A quiet game his Lordship loves; ex-Radical and peer,
With what a wealth of irony he puts his foes to shame;
And Labby's self amazed forbears the customary sneer,
When Hothfield in the Carlton sits enjoying of his game.
