Not one of them leads La Belle France to the light.
Wisdom, truth and plain-speaking? Ah, where are they found?
As scarce in these days as is genuine freedom!
They all prate of Honour, yet Honour all round
They'll sell for the first mess of pottage from Edom.
Well, Madame, Punch wishes you luck with your lantern,
And up, soon or late, may a true Honest Man turn!
STANZAS TO RHUBARB.
(By The O'Greedy.)