But one complete illumination.
He rises--members blow their noses,
And cough and hem! till one supposes,
A general catarrh prevails from want of ventilation.
He speaks:--
Mr. Speaker, Sir, in me you see
A member of this house (_hear, hear_),
With whose proud pedigree
The "Thunderer" has dared to interfere.
Now I implore,
That Lawson may be brought upon the floor,
And beg my pardon on his bended knees.
In whatsoever terms I please.
_(Oh! oh!)
(No! no!)_
I, too, propose,
To pull his nose:
No matter if the law objects or not;
And if the printer's nose cannot be got,
The small proboscis of the printer's devil
Shall serve my turn for language so uncivil!
The "Thunderer" I defy,
And its vile lie.
(As Ajax did the lightning flash of yore.)
I likewise move this House requires--
No, that's too complimentary--desires,
That Mr. Lawson's brought upon the floor.
The thing was done:
The house divided, and the Ayes were--ONE!