IV. And with one howl the delegates This answer forth are slipping, “Go forth, go forth, dear Feargus, Go forth, go forth, our pippin! Go, and return in glory, To our fine John Street dome, And hang the tickers of the rich Round the bare walls of home!” V. And now hath every alley Sent up its batch of men, The foot are some ten thousand, The horsemen scarcely ten, Upon the plain of Kennington Is met the great array―― A proud man was O’Connor Upon the trysting day! VI. But in the Parks, and Pall Mall, Was tumult and affright; And in the Carlton, men looked blue, And those in Brookes’s white; And Berkeley Square was shaky, While some from Mayfair cut; And girls in pastrycooks were sad And Quadrant shops were shut. VII. Now, from a lofty lamp-post Could the wan Peelers spy The dust made by the marching mob, Like a pall in the sky. The Ministers in Downing Street Were nervous all the day, For every hour a horseman came With tidings of dismay. VIII. They held a council standing In Westminster Bridge Road; Surrounded by sad Specials, Who evil days forbode; Out spake Lord Russell roundly, “The bridge must straight go down, For now that they’re past the New Cut, Nought else can save the town.” IX. Then out spake brave Sibthorpius, Up to the council riding, “I’ll keep the bridge――Chartists be hanged, I’ll give them a d――――d hiding! Hew down the bridge, Lord Russell! I’ll let the humbugs see―― What Honourable Member Will keep the bridge with me?” X. “Sibthorpius,” said Lord Russell, “As thou sayest, so let it be.” He spoke! two more came forward, And forth then rushed the Three. Meanwhile, the Specials round them, Came each man with an axe, And Russell gave a mighty blow, And Morpeth pummelled with a crow The bridge ’neath which the Thames doth flow, Resounded with their whacks! XI. One Member smote proud Cuffey, The second rushed at Jones, Unmoved by Chartist yelling, Undaunted by the stones. Sibthorpius at Feargus Darted one horrid thrust And the plebian’s puddle blood Mix’d with Lambeth dust. XII. And now the Bridge of Westminster Trembled ’neath Russell’s blows,―― “Back, back,” he cried, “brave comrades, Back ere the old bridge goes.” Then quickly the two members Ran to the other side―― Then turned and saw Sibthorpius Alone in all his pride. XIII. Then with a crash like thunder, The old bridge went to pot―― Its ruins down the foaming stream Rushed hurriedly and hot. Alone stood brave Sibthorpius, A moment sternly stood, Then, with his armour on his back, He jumped into the flood. * * * * *