Oh, John! go, John! there’s Noodle’s knock, I know, John Tell him that all yesterday you sought him high and low, John! Tell him just before he came, you saw me mount the hill, John! Say you think I’m only gone to pay his little bill, John! Then I think you’d better add, that if I miss to-day, John! You’re sure I mean to call when next I pass his way, John! Out, John! out, John! &c. Hie, John! fly, John! I will tell you why, John! If there is not Grimshawe at the corner, let me die, John! He will hear of no excuse, I’m sure he’ll search the house, John! Peeping into corners hardly fit to hold a mouse, John! Beg he’ll take a chair and wait, I know he won’t refuse, John! I’ll pop through the little door that opens on the mews, John! Out, John! out, John! &c. THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY. ―――― LORD BRUMMAGEM, LATE JOHN BRIGHT. Out, John! out, John! What have you been about, John, To thus oppose your Grand Old Chief, and try to cause his rout, John? We’d news of late which said your health was very much amiss, John; But, sick or well, we never thought that you would come to this, John! Fie, John! fie, John! We wish you’d tell us why, John, You’ve now become of selfish Whigs and Tories the ally, John? It can’t, of course, be from mere spite, or any such mean end, John, That you have, in an honoured age, thus turned upon your friend, John! Yet, John! yet, John! we very much regret, John, That better reason for your acts we’ve wholly failed to get, John. You hint that Mr. Gladstone’s mad, which is not very kind, John; But, come now, are you sure that _you_ are in your own right mind, John? Come, John! come, John! Nay, nay, you can’t be dumb, John. You _must_ speak out if we begin your past life’s deeds to sum, John; For hitherto you have been bold upon the side of right, John. What, then, has changed your principles, if it be not mere spite, John? Why, John! why, John! you in the days gone by, John, Full many a time have pleaded for the race you now defy, John; Freedom was sacred then to you, and justice very dear, John, But now, though, you attack them both, whilst stupid Tories cheer, John. Think, John, think, John! ere you much lower sink, John, That those who cheer you are the crew from whom you used to shrink, John; Yes; stupid Tories, grasping Whigs, and Jingoes wild for war, John, _These_ are your brand-new friends――and we would ask again “What for, John?”