The Gladstone Alphabet.

    A's Aristides, or Gladstone the Good;
    B is Lord B., whom I'd crush if I could.
    C are Conservatives, full of mad pranks;
    D are the Dunces who fill up their ranks.
    E stands for Ewelme, of some notoriety;
    F for the Fuss made in Oxford society.
    G stands for Gladstone, a hewer of wood;
    H is my Hatchet of merciless mood.
    I is the Irish Church which I cut down:
    J are the Jobs which I kill with a frown,
    K are the Knocks which I give and I take:
    L are the Liberals whom I forsake.
    M are the Ministry whom I revile;
    N are the Noodles my speeches beguile.
    O is the Office I mean to refuse:
    P is the Premier - I long for his shoes.
    Q are the Qualms of my conscience refined;
    R is the Rhetoric nothing can bind,
    S is Herr Schliemann who loves much to walk about
    T ancient Troy, which I love much to talk about.
    U is the Union of Church and State;
    V are my former Views, now out of date.
    W is William, the People's 'True Bill,'
    X is the Exit from power of that 'Will.'
    Y is Young England, who soon will unite
    Z in fresh Zeal for the 'People's Delight.'

    (1879)

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