A NICE YOUNG MAN FOR A SMALL PARTY.
Young Ben he was a nice young man,
An author by his trade;
He fell in love with Polly-Ties
And was an M.P. made.
He was a Radical one day,
But met a Tory crew;
His Polly-Ties he cast away
And then turned Tory too.
Now Ben had tried for many a place
When Tories o'en were out:
But in two years the turning Whigs
Were turn'd to the right-about.
But when he called on Robert Peel,
His talents to employ,
His answer was, "Young Englander,
For me you're not the boy."
Oh, Robert Peel! Oh, Robert Peel!
How could you serve me so!
I've met with Whig rebuffs before,
But not a Tory blow.
Then rising up in Parliament,
He made a fierce to do
With Peel, who merely winked his eye,
Ben wink'd like winking too.
And then he tried the game again,
But couldn't, though he tried;
His party turn'd away from him,
Nor with him would divide.
Young England died when in its birth;
In forty-five it fell;
The papers told the public, but
None for it toll'd the bell.
16.—AN EARLY PICTURE OF LORD BEACONSFIELD, AS BENJAMIN DISRAELI, 1845.