"A statue to Albert," said Challis enchanted,
"I'll start in the City; the thought is divine."
The thought was conceived, and he now only wanted
The ear of the public to it to incline.
He wrote a few letters to people to bore them,
And ask them to second his fawning intent;
But so coldly the public appeared to ignore them,
That he saw they too plainly perceived what he meant.
"Oh how," cried Sam Wilberforce, "think of enshrining
The Prince by himself?—the proposal is dim;