_Ministers_―― Now hear his artless story! When he became a Tory He dreamt of fame and glory A many years ago. _Lord B._―― One tender thought I “nussed”―― To gain a high position, And mix with upper crust Was ever my ambition. _Ministers_―― Now, hear his frank admission! To be a sham patrician Was always his ambition A many years ago. _Lord B._―― Oh, bitter was my lot! Oh, vast was my vexation! They never once forgot My former humble station. _Ministers_―― Oh, what humiliation! They seized on each occasion To mock his humble station A many years ago. _Lord B._―― But soon I made a hit, And nobody could doubt it: They cheered my ready wit, They couldn’t do without it! _Ministers_―― Now this is all about it―― He’d wit and none could doubt it, Nor could they do without it A many years ago. _Lord B._―― My Party wanted power, And I so aptly taught it, That in a lucky hour To Office back I brought it. _Ministers_―― So artfully he taught it, That back to Place he brought it; Now who’d have ever thought it _A many years ago?_ _Funny Folks._ March 6, 1880. ―――― DUET. (_By two Persons of Quality._) _First Person of Quality._ Your Grace, we have important information―― Sing hey, the silly Liberal that you are!―― About a certain intimate relation Between the artful Afghan and the CZAR. Sing hey, the artful Afghan, The crafty, treacherous Afghan, The sneaking, dangerous Afghan, and the CZAR! _Second Person of Quality._ My Lord, in your romantic vein you’re speaking―― Sing hey, the wily Hebrew that you are!―― We don’t believe there’s any kind of sneaking Between the virtuous Afghan and the CZAR. Sing hey, the virtuous Afghan, The well-intentioned Afghan, The harmless, truthful Afghan, and the CZAR! _First Person of Quality._