And not run away from a writ.
The Right-thinking Radical plies him once again—
But do they not thirst, those Peelers,
To tear him limb from limb;
And level his antique castle,
If once they could get at him?
The Unfeeling Unionist ends the colloquy—
That would not result from his capture;
You seem to have been misled!
It would merely entail a month in gaol,