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cried Hum, "I've known her from a child!
 * She is a changeling of my management;
 * She was born at midnight in an Indian wild;
 * Her mother's screams with the striped tiger's blent,
 * While the torch-bearing slaves a halloo sent
 * Into the jungles; and her palanquin,
 * Rested amid the desert's dreariment,
 * Shook with her agony, till fair were seen

The little Bertha's eyes ope on the stars serene."


 * Just as it happen'd, true or else a bam!
 * Drink up your brandy, and sit down by me,
 * Feel, feel my pulse, how much in love I am;
 * And if your science is not all a sham,
 * Tell me some means to get the lady here."
 * "Upon my honor!" said the son of Cham,
 * "She is my dainty changeling, near and d'ear,

Although her story sounds at first a little queer."


 * My sceptre, and my cross-surmounted globe,
 * I'll knock you—" "Does your majesty mean—down?
 * No, no, you never could my feelings probe,
 * To such a depth!" The Emperor took his robe,