Nor why squalls that blow about Reid & Co.
To the bottom should Captains send.
Some day, I think, with a sneeze and a wink,
Shocked wide-awake again,
John Bull will make free with the Board-room key,
Grope his way to the door, and then,
Round the Board-screen peep at the ghosts that keep
The seats of living men!
We wouldn't hold posts among those ghosts—
Nor of Sea, nor of Civil Lord—