Might keep the peace, and be glad;
But while malignity maunders on
Nickleby policy's—mad!
"Some fair arrangement?"—with Russell?
My own poor Nickleby Nod,
Hark how they howl, shriek, and hustle!
Nay; you must whip out the rod.
Wish you had brought it forth sooner.
Nickleby rôle, my dear lad,
Of mild, muddled, well-meaning mooner,