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Rh And make the Martling17 Deists utter
 * Harmonious anthems to our Lord;

Then, all their former tricks upsetting,
 * To honey thou shalt change their gall,

For Sharpe16 shall vindicate brevetting,
 * And Root admire the great canal.

It will be pleasant, too, to hear a
 * Decent speech among our swains;

We almost had begun to fear a
 * Famine for the dearth of brains.

No more their tongues shall play the devil,
 * Thy potent art the fault prevents;

Now German16 shall, for once, be civil,
 * And Bacon16 speak with common-sense.

Poor German's head is but a leaker;
 * Should yours be found compact and close,

As you’re to be the only speaker,
 * We’ll make you of the House.

If you’re in haste to “touch the siller,”
 * Dispatch me your acceptance merely,

And call on trusty Mr. Miller,18
 * He’ll pay the cash—Sir, yours sincerely,

D.