But moving kind hearts to despair blent with pity.
Cantuar., Derby, and mild Aberdeen,
Such anti-climax sure never was seen!
Onslow and Rothschild and Monkswell and Thring,
Are you content with the pitiful thing?
Dunraven out of it; lucky, my lad!
(Though your retirement seemed caused by a fad)
Was the Inquiry in earnest or sport?
What is the pith of this precious Report?
Sweating—which all the world joined to abuse—