Lord Wellington And The Ministers.

So gently in peace Alcibiades smiled, While in battle he shone forth so terribly grand, That the emblem they graved on his seal, was a child With a thunderbolt placed in its innocent hand. Oh Wellington, long as such Ministers wield Your magnificent arm, the same emblem will do; For while they're in the Council and you in the Field. We've the babies in them, and the thunder in you!