Next Stanley rush’d with frenzied air;
His eager haste brook’d no delay:
He rudely seized the Foreign chair,
And bade poor Cupid trudge away.
With woeful visage Melbourne sate—
A pint of double X his grief beguiled;
And inly pondering o’er his fate,
He bade th’ attendant pot-boy “draw it mild.”
But thou, Sir Jamie Graham—prig;
What was thy delighted musing?