And now they courted Peel, now call’d on Doctor Watts.
With drooping jaw, like one half-screw’d,
Lord Johnny sate in doleful mood,
And for his Secretarial seat,
Sent forth his howlings sad, but sweet
Lost Normanby pour’d forth his sad adieu;
While Palmerston, with graceful air,
Wildly toss’d his scented hair;
And pensive Morpeth join’d the sniv’lling crew.
Yet still they lingered round with fond delay,