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 * If either of their two Archbishops' graces
 * Should talk of extreme unction, I shall say
 * You do not like cold pig with Latin phrases,

Which never should be used but in alarming cases."


 * "Zooks!" exclaim'd Hum, as up the sash he drew,
 * "Behold, your majesty, upon the brow
 * Of yonder hill, what crowds of people!" "Where?
 * The monster's always after something new,"
 * Return'd his highness, "they are piping hot
 * To see my pigsney Bellanaine. Hum! do
 * Tighten my belt a little,—so, so—not

Too tight,—the book!—my wand!—so, nothing is forgot."

said Hum, "and there,—see, see,
 * Th' ambassador's returned from Pigmio!
 * The morning's very fine,—uncommonly!
 * See, past the skirts of yon white cloud they go,
 * Tinging it with soft crimsons! Now below
 * The sable-pointed heads of firs and pines
 * They dip, move on, and with them moves a glow
 * Along the forest side! Now amber lines

Reach the hill top, and now throughout the valley shines."