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Rh ARK wrote too much, and hated what he wrote, Till Agnes said " I must pen ' leaders ' too." Whereat he answered, " Here is my receipt, — Sneer at the Emperor, Cobden, and John Bright ; Declare that Gladstone is too eloquent, And that the peril of the land demands A jocund premier. Prove that working men Are brutal, fools, with Machiavellian skill ; That they will climb to power as Satan climbed, To fall as Satan fell, and — Let me see : No, that was Samson — drew the gates down with him." And then, across the caustic of his words, There dropped the wondrous nectar of his smile, A smile as joyous, frank, and innocent As that with which a babe awakes from sleep.