Till all at once they raised such yells,
As rung in Apsley House the bells:
And as they sought snug berths to get
In Bobby Peel’s new cabinet,
Each, for interest ruled the hour,
Would prove his taste for place and power.
First Follett’s hand, his skill to try,
Upon the seals bewilder’d laid;
But back recoil’d—he scarce knew why—
Of Lyndhurst’s angry scowl afraid.