"OH, I THINK I ENJOYED IT FAIRLY WELL, MY DEAR. I'VE GOT A GENERAL SORT OF IDEA THAT I DIDN'T GO TO SLEEP OVER IT!"] * * * * * HOW THE TOPERS CAME DOWN TO THE POLLS. (_A Song for the Drouthy, someway after Southey._) _How did the Topers come down to the Polls?_ Here they came shouting, And there they came flouting, Teetotalers scouting, and HARCOURT mis-doubting, With banners, and big bills, and trumpets and song. With pint-pots and flagons, In drags, brakes and wagons, As valiant as lions, as fiery as dragons, They hastened along united and strong! 'Midst braying of brass and 'midst clouds of tobacco, With jubiliant shouts for "The Union Jack, O!" With jovial manners, and patriot banners, 'Midst bung-lauding boasters, with big scarlet posters, In Sunday-best garments superbly arrayed; 'Midst shoutings from "cadgers," with scarves and with badges, With rubicund faces, limp collars, loose braces, With dry-as-dust throttles, and handy case-bottles, With blonde buxom Beauty to aid 'em in duty, And bystanders funning, and little boys running, And stentor-toned shouts for "The Cause" and "The Trade"!!! All florid and torrid, Damp shirts and moist forehead, From near slum and far court, With railings at HARCOURT, And wit-aping WILFRID, and truculent CAINE. With shouts for Sir MICHAEL, By 'bus, and by cycle, Afoot, and well-mounted, by tram and by train. All glowing and blowing, Red cards about throwing, And rushing, and crushing, and flushing, And laughing, and chaffing, and quaffing; And jeering, and sneering, and "beering," And skipping, and tripping, and "nipping," And hasting, and pasting, and tasting; And hopping, and popping, and mopping, Perspiring, and wiring. But ever untiring. And drinking, and chinking, and blinking, and winking, And sometimes unthinking, but ever unshrinking, And gladdening, and maddening, And t'other side saddening, Friends brightening, foes frightening, interiors tightening, And warming, and forming, and storming; And flattering, and clattering, and battering, and shattering; Arising, surprising, all foes pulverising, And giving them "toko" on temperance "boko." And flashing, and dashing, and crashing, and smashing, and hashing, And propping, and stopping, and copping, and lopping, and topping, and whopping; And backing, and tracking, and blacking, and hacking, and smacking, and whacking, And "giving 'em beans." (You know what _that_ means!) And shouting, "We vote all against Cant Teetotal! We'll beat up each _Bardolph_, and _Pistol_, and _Peto_, To give its quietus to villainous Veto. And kick out the duffers The Trade who would queer And rob (big caps., please!) THE POOR MAN OF HIS BEER!!! Out, out on the foes of our Freedom--and Liquor!