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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

To a majority of them We safely may entrust our freedom. But mere M.P.'s? With venal phlegm They'd sell it—for the mess of Edom.
Mesopotamia—blessèd word!— Than the word "Peer" is far less blessèd! Mere Commoners are crass, absurd, Foolish as Creon, false as Cressid. To trust to an elected mob Our Glorious Empire, were sheer treason; But dukes and earls may do the job, For a Peer's robe must cover reason.
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

But here in this volume of Songs, Poems, and Verses (John Murray) we have Lady Dufferin though dead yet speaking, and may judge for ourselves. It is characteristic of her son that, whilst on the first page the above title is boldly set forth in large ruddy-hued type, a smaller line lower down, in plain black ink, refers to the "Memoir." In its felicity of literary style, its clear touches of characterisation, and its flashes of quiet humour, this monograph is a masterpiece. It fittingly frames the extract from the journal commenced by Lady Dufferin when she felt the hand of death gripping her.
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

The House of Lords is our sole hope, Sheet-anchor, lighthouse, ægis, haven; The only power which can cope With the New Rad—that nerveless craven!
A Single Chamber means the sway Of the majority—most shocking!— With no devices of delay, Progress impeding, freedom mocking— Hold hard! I'm quoting—from myself!— Of Commoners a mere majority Means rule of party, passion, pelf, Which in the Peers have no authority.
Non-representative, but nice, The Peers are patriots, heroes, sages Class-selfishness is not their vice; They haste not, don't get into rages.
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