Its rooms were wondrous stuffy and its members scarce "good form,"
For they mostly dropped their aitches, and they always looked so warm.
Why political enthusiasts so run to noise and heat,
And crude manners, and bad grammar, is a crux that's hard to beat.
But he bore it,—yes, he bore it; he shook heaps of 'orny 'ands,
Heard the shindy of their shoutings, and the braying of their bands;
Stood their "heckling," which was trying, and their praises, which
were worse,
All the claims upon his time, and taste, his patience, and his purse.
Then they "chucked" him by three figures! Well, he's "out of it," thanks be!