_Mr. Bill_. You won't trust Prince ARTHUR too far, if you'll take _my_
advice.

_Miss Sarah_. Well, no,--but I _should_ like to pay out--the other. Ah,
drat him!
I'd comb his scant wool, the old fox, could I only get at him.
_I_'d pamphlet the wily old word-spinner.

_Mr. Bill_. Ah! I've no doubt;
But wot can we do when his flunkey assures us he's out?

_Miss Sarah. We_'re out, anyhow.

_Mr. Bill_. Ah! you see you ain't never got _in_.
But me, his old pardner and pal! It's a shame, and a sin!
He's throwed lots of cold water of late. I am blowed if I likes
His wobbleyfied views about Payment of Members, and Strikes.
And then that HOOD bizness! Long rigmarole--cheered by the Tories!
I fear it's all Ikybod now with our G.O.M.'s glories.

_Miss Suffrage_. I never _quite_ liked him--at heart. Mrs. FAWCETT,
_she_ warned me.

_Mr. Bill_. Well, now, I _did_ love him! You see, he so buttered and
yarned me;
And now--he won't see me! O WILLYUM, I carn't understand it.

_Miss Suffrage_. I've asked him politely this time. P'raps next time
I'll _demand_ it.
Unsex me? Aha! I am willing to wager Stonehenge