(_By One of the "Thirty-six Tyrants" of the Liberal Party._)
HANBURY, BOWLES, and BARTLEY,
Talk and wrangle tartly;
Sour as unripe cranberry
Are BARTLET, BOWLES, and HANBURY;
Three most sorrel souls
Are HANBURY, BARTLEY, BOWLES!
They the blame would fix
On the Liberal Thirty-six.
As "tyrants," what are we
Compared with that "Tartar Three,"
Who--but I'll be mum:--
"I hear the Tartar drum!"
Loudly thumped, and smartly,
By HANBURY, BOWLES, and BARTLEY!
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Cherchez l'Homme.
["The appearance of a Ladies' Eight on the Thames in the
Cookham district has attracted considerable attention.... Mr.
R. C. LEHMANN has handled the rudder-lines on more than
one occasion, and General HAMMERSLEY has also been out as
coxswain."--_Daily News._]
The Ladies' Eight at Cookham rows right well,
There's many a crew of men would not get near them;
But is it not a saddening truth to tell?
The ladies often take a man to steer them!
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