Ah, fairly on toast, far as I can hear tell.
Mr. Punch. The Sanguine Old Man—is he of your opinion?
And SOLLY, the owner, is he at his ease?
Trainer. Oh, dash the doldrums! I scorn their dominion.
There are some people no fellow can please.
What I say, Mister, is, look at their Stable,
The old Opposition shop. Lot of old crocks!
Flowing-Tide? Faugh! Half his doings are fable.
Home Rule? The deadest of utter dead-locks!
Socialist? Why, half the Party won't back him.