So here ye are held up by the tails, blood and foam streaming from your jaws.
The writer wishes to ask here, what do you think of all this, Messieurs les Critiques?
Were ye ever served so before?
But don't you richly deserve it?
Haven't you been for years past bullying and insulting everybody whom you deemed weak, and currying favour with everybody whom ye thought strong?
"_We_ approve of this.

We disapprove of that.

Oh, this will never do.

These are fine lines!" The lines perhaps some horrid sycophantic rubbish addressed to Wellington, or Lord So-and-so.

To have your ignorance thus exposed, to be shown up in this manner, and by whom?
A gypsy! Ay, a gypsy was the very right person to do it.