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 * He bow'd at Bellanaine, and said—" Poor Bell!
 * Farewell! farewell! and if forever! still
 * Forever fare thee well!"—and then he fell

A laughing!—snapp'd his fingers!—shame it is to tell!

cries Hum, "and I,—
 * (I own it,)—have made too free with his wine;
 * Old Crafticant will smoke me, by the bye!
 * This room is full of jewels as a mine,—
 * Dear valuable creatures, how ye shine!
 * Sometime to-day I must contrive a minute,
 * If Mercury propitiously incline,
 * To examine his scrutoire, and see what's in it,

For of superfluous diamonds I as well may thin it.


 * Some histories say that this was Hum's last speech;
 * That, being fuddled, he went reeling through
 * The corridor, and scarce upright could reach
 * The stair-head; that being glutted as a leach,
 * And used, as we ourselves have just now said,
 * To manage stairs reversely, like a peach
 * Too ripe, he fell, being puzzled in his head

With liquor and the staircase: verdict—found stone dead.


 * And as his style is of strange elegance,