Your trophy, "Home Rule," has an incubus grown;
He's got you, my friend, and, my faith, he will hold you.
'Tis PADDY'S Dilemma all over again,
Only you're the true PAT. You can't take it or leave it.
Your triumph was futile, your struggles are vain;
Mine's the Sentinel's eye, and you cannot deceive it.
[Left chortling, but still "on duty."
"NOTHING SUCCEEDS LIKE"— SUCCESSION?
"Supply—Army Estimates."