For them was most unjustly paid,
When the new tariff would have let them in,
As what they are—mere skin.
If better beef than this is to the French unknown,
It must be very clear,
When it comes over here,
That what to them is bon—to us is bone.
THE FLEET MERGED IN THE QUEEN'S BENCH.
Sure England's naval glory now is past,
No more can poets to it write their odes;