... THE SEPARATISTS' LAMENT. •■ Old times are changed, old manners gone; ' A Tory sits on Ewart's throne, • And Radicals, like waifs and strays. Dejected roam on Life's highways. ' The Liberal Party, in a fog. Went deep into the Irish bog ; The mist is yet before their eyes, They flounder still and cannot rise. The brilliant chiefs that led the van. They all forsook The Grand Old Man ; And. ...