[_Exeunt stealthily to put this craftily-conceived plot into
guilty execution._

* * * * *

A NEW LEADER.

["At present the followers are obliged to be amiable because
the Leader is amiable. Under the Leader I suggest they would
be less amiable, and would be at liberty to say stronger
things."--Mr. ATKINSON, M.P., _in the House of Commons_.]

_CHORUS OF AMIABLE TORIES._

Hear! hear! Mr. A. We are amiable too,
For we follow our amiable Leader, like you;
But when forced to say, "Bless you!" we choke with our spleen,
And we add, _sotto voce_, "You know what I mean."
While we sit spick and span as a picture by FRITH,
And contend with our feelings, to please Mr. SMITH.

Oh, we pule and we prate, we are nerveless and weak,
And we swallow, like _Pistol_, the odorous leek.
We palter with truth, and we flatter our foes,
And we cringe, and we crawl, and are led by the nose.
We are fools soft of speech, and without any pith,
For we smother our feelings to suit Mr. SMITH.

Time was when a Member who hated the Celt
Might detest him aloud and declare what he felt.