It makes the "Witler" weep!

No "Vested Interest,"
Whereon to found a claim?
And after all that we have done
To keep the Tories in the run!
It is a thundering shame!

We deemed Sir EDWARD CLARKE
Knew what he was about;
We thought good GOSCHEN, sharp and slick,
Had "gently, gently done the trick,"
We have been sold, no doubt.

But FORREST FULTON comes,--
Sharp fellow that F.F.!
And in the Commons sneaks a vote
Which sticks hard in the "Temperance" throat,--
Dull churls, to justice deaf!

Come, Compensation, come!
Come in by the back-door,
Come unawares, come _anyhow_,
Only _do_ come to smooth the brow
Of Wittlers weak and poor.

GOSCHEN has played us false;
It makes our bosom ache.
But to abate our indignation
If he'll secure us Compensation,