"What? 'The Public want the Messengers'? We'll teach the Public sense,
Which consists in looking pleasant while we pocket all their pence.
Though the papers rave, we care not for their chatter and their fuss.
They must keep at home their messages, or send them all through Us.
And we'll crush these boy-intruders as a mongoose crushes snakes.
They have sown, but we shall reap it—'tis the will of Mr. RAIKES."
But Punch was there, and listened, and his angry face grew red,
Like the tape that RAIKES delights in, and he shook his ancient head,
"RAIKES," he cried, "I doubt your wisdom, and I much incline to scorn