Who, though they’ve had long to repent, Now with an air so insolent, Appear on further follies bent? The Lords. Then since the warned ones will not mend, But still continue to offend, Let us now take quick means to end The Lords. H. E. HARKER. _Hull Express_, August 30, 1884. ――――:o:―――― THE “COMP.” Who is it that causes all the woes, The editor so often knows, And makes the poor man many foes, “Setting up” what he don’t propose? The “comp!” Who is it eyes “The Force” askance, Like he was waiting for the chance, Their local items to enhance, And cause “The Force” to swear and prance? The “comp!” Who is it grins in fiendish glee, His error on the press to see, And views all things cynically, And never gives a big, big “D?” The “comp!” _Detroit Free Pree_, January 24, 1885. ――――:o:―――― THE PEOPLES WILLIAM. How runs the ignominious story, Since Britain’s ancient fame and glory, Passed from its famous Premier Tory To William? Who fears the Bear’s aggressive paw, And dare not show the Lion’s claw But pleads the cause of vile Bradlaugh? Timid William Who feasts on legs of roasted lamb, Of game and fowl, beef, eggs, and ham, Then recommends the farmer jam? Sweet William! Who went to Ireland one fine day, And promised Pat should have his way, Then shuffled out as if in play? Sneaky William! Who strokes poor Paddy on the back, And half persuades him white is black, And irritates him with his clack? Artful William! Who sent out Gordon to the fight, To set affairs in Egypt right, Then left him in a woeful plight? Base William! Who sat with patient smile and sneer The warning of M.P.’s to hear, Then said there was no cause to fear? False William! Who smilingly went to the play When news came of the sad affray Of Gordon’s death and Mahdi’s sway? Careless William![27] Whose weak and vacillating sway Has bartered Britain’s fame away, And made our hearts to bleed to-day? Weak William! Great Britain’s sons are true as steel, Now put your shoulders to the wheel, Let him your indignation feel―― This William!