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 * The dentes sapientiæ of mice
 * Our barber tells me too are on the rise,—
 * Tinder's a lighter article,—nitre pure
 * Goes off like lightning,—grains of Paradise
 * At an enormous figure!—stars not sure!—

Zodiac will not move without a slight douceur!


 * And master is too partial entre nous
 * To—" "Hush—hush!" cried Eban, "sure that is he
 * Coming down stairs,—by St. Bartholomew!
 * As backwards as he can,—is't something new?
 * Or is't his custom, in the name of fun?"
 * "He always comes down backward, with one shoe"—
 * Return'd the porter—"off, and one shoe on,

Like, saving shoe for sock or stocking, my man John!"


 * Feeling, with careful toe, for every stair,
 * And retrograding careful as he can,
 * Backwards and downwards from his own two pair:
 * "Salpietro!" exclaim'd Hum, "is the dog there?
 * He's always in my way upon the mat!"
 * "He's in the kitchen, or the Lord knows where,"—
 * Replied the Swiss,—"the nasty, whelping brat!"

"Don't beat him!" returned Hum, and on the floor came pat.