Government has done a thing
To make its guardian-angel droop her wing
In sickened indignation:
That is, has striven to strengthen its redoubts,
Perfidious 'Ins,' to foil the eager 'Outs.'
Hence endless execration.

"Hence all Wire-pullerdom is up in arms;
With clarion-toned excursions and alarms
The rival camp is ringing.
Hence perky commoners and pompous peers,
'Midst vehement applause and volleying cheers,
Stale platitudes are stringing.

"The British Public--some five hundred strong--
Is here to 'strangle a Gigantic Wrong,'--
So MARABOUT is saying.
Watch his wide waistcoat and his wandering eyes,
His stamping boots of Brobdingnagian size,
Clenched hands, and shoulders swaying.

"A great Machine-man, MARABOUT! He dotes
On programmes hectographed and Party votes.
For all his pasty pallor
And shifty glance, he has the mob's regard,
And he is deemed by council, club, and ward
A mighty man of valour.

"A purchased henchman to a Star of State?
Perhaps. But here he'll pose and perorate,
A Brutus vain and voluble.
And who, like MARABOUT, with vocal flux
Of formulas, can settle every _crux_
That wisdom finds insoluble?

"'Hear! hear!' That shibboleth of shallow souls
Around his ears in clamorous cadence rolls;
He swells, he glows, he twinkles;
The sapient Chairman wags his snowy pate,
Whilst cynic triumph, cautious yet elate,
Lurks laughing in his wrinkles.

"And there sits honest zeal, absorbed, intent,
And cheerfully credulous. MARABOUT has bent
To the Commercial Dagon
He publicly derides; but many here
Will toast 'his genuine grit, his manly cheer,'
Over a friendly flagon.

"Look on him later! There he snugly sits
With his rich patron. Were it war of wits
That wakes their crackling chuckles,
They scarce were heartier. It would strangely shock
MARABOUT'S worshippers to hear him mock
The 'mob' to which he truckles.

"Truckles in platform speech. In club-room chat
With WAGSTAFF, shrewd wire-puller, flushed and fat,
Or DODD, the rich dry-salter,
You'd hear how supply he can shift and twist,
How BRUTUS with 'the base Monopolist'
Can calmly plot and palter,"

"Whilst MARABOUTS abound, O Shade," I cried,
"What wonder men are 'Mugwumps?'" Then my guide
Laughed low. "The aesthetic villa
Finds Shopdom's zeal on its fine senses jar;
Yet the Mugwumps Cha