Far South, beneath (I hope) a stainless sky
The pregnant news shall find me, rather late,
Powerless to watch the ball with steadfast eye
Through sheer distraction as to Ulster's fate.
Fain would I have upon my well-pricked ear
Such tidings fall as prove that party pride
Yields with a mutual grace. And yet I fear
These desperadoes on the Liberal side—
Bill Byles (for one), the Bradford Buccaneer.
"Pass"—so he boldly writes—"the Bill and take