Like that rapscallion, DANIEL DEFOE, what a clearance he’d have of the cads
Who worrit us out of our lives with Reform, and such humbugging fads!
MAGOG, loquitur:—
Ah, GOG, I am quite of your mind! Which I don’t mind admitting that KNILL
To a Protestant Giant like me was the least little bit of a pill.
Stillsomever, he’s Lord Mayor now, and did ought to be backed up as such,
For what City Fathers determine it ain’t for outsiders to touch.
But where are the Big Pots? The Banquet seems shorn of its splendour to-day.
No Premier, nor no Foreign Sec., nor no Chancellor!!! Really, I say
This is rascally Radical imperence! How can they dare stop away,