To watch o'er what his brain upbuilt_,"
_Punch_ sang. And now he lifts the hilt,
Warlike, against a Patriot Peace.

Calm warder then, challenger now.
The tower he reared would he attack,
Because--they have not called him back
Like CINCINNATUS from the plough?

"The wounds that he doth bear for Rome,"
Should speak wide-lipped against the change.
The new _Coriolanus_! Strange,
So great a past to _this_ should come!

The imperious Roman, banished, bared
Against Rome's walls a traitor blade.
But _you_--revenge is scarce your trade,
Hero, in faction's mazes snared.

The shirt of Nessus poisoned not,
Nor angered Hercules as you
Seem angered, poisoned. Yet you knew
On ARNIM's shield to bare the blot.

What should it say, Count HARRY's ghost,
Could it beside your couch appear,
And whisper in his foeman's ear?
Share you not that which shamed him most?

_You_ flaunt the Press against the Throne?