Dull as ditchwater the whole thing. One longs e'en for a Hirish skirmish;
But PARNELL's fo par, and his spite, 'ave knocked the sparkle out of PADDY.
No; Parlyment's a played-out fraud, flabby and footy, flat and faddy.
The Season's similar. Season? Bah? By sech a name it ain't worth calling.
Shoulders like these and carves like those was not quite made for pantry-sprawling;
But wot's the use? Trot myself hout for 'Ebrews, or some tuppenny kernel?
No, not for JEAMES, if he is quite aweer of it! It's just infernal,
The Vulgar Mix that calls itself Society. All shoddy slyness,
And moneybags; a "blend" as might kontamernate a Ryal 'Igness,
Or infry-dig a Hemperor. It won't nick JEAMES though, not percisely;