So the Order was waived, and unblushing in face He shook hands with the SPEAKER, swore, scowled at the Mace; ’Twas some time e’er the House could its business resume, What with Decency’s fret and Propriety’s fume: While an old stager whispered, “We’re best as we are; Stick to Orders, that serve, now and then, as a Bar.” He touched WHALLEY’S hand, who fought shy, it was clear, And he reached the Hall-door, with the cabs standing near; So light in the air his green gingham he swung; So light to his faithful four-wheeler he sprung―― “I have won! The trick’s done! To the knife it is war! See _The Englishman_!”――quoth this Ex-light of the Bar. There were posters (four-sheet) on _The Englishman’s_ van With its damp quires the newsboys they roared and they ran: Vollied dirt at M.P.’s, as at Judges, there flew. But the lost case of ORTON they would not review! So persistent to pelt, from the mark though so far, Was e’er Member like this late Light of the Bar! _Punch_, March 6, 1875. ―――― YOUNG STEPHEY CAVE.[38] O, young Stephey Cave is come out of the East, Through borders Levantine his steed was the beast! And save his grey goosequill he weapon had none; He rode all unharm’d, and he rode all alone. So renowned at accounts, so financially brave, There never was knight like the young Stephey Cave. He staid not for passport, he stopped not for Stone; He took the first steamer where train there was none; But ere he alighted at Ismail’s gate The Khedive was ruined; the banker came late, For a babe at accounts and a scripholding slave Had forestalled the proud mission of young Stephey Cave. So boldly he entered proud Ismail’s hall, Among Pashas and Agas, Effendis and all. Then spoke those Egyptians, ineffably bored, (For the poor craven Khedive said never a word,) “O, come ye to fleece us, or come ye to save, Or to prove us insolvent, thou young Stephey Cave?” “I long thought ye bankrupt――the truth ye denied; Loans swell like the Solway, but ebb like its tide, And now I am come with this ledger of mine To go through your figures. You dare not decline! There are countries in Europe as bankrupt, proud knave, Who’d gladly be tipped by the young Stephey Cave.” They threw down the records, bills, bonds, and such stuff; He tested the figures through sums on his cuff; He bent down to blush, and he got up to sigh, With a curl on his lip and disdain in his eye; He gave his right hand a most tragical wave―― “They’ve swindled thee proper,” said young Stephey Cave.