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 100 MORRISSEUS OR THE STORY OF THE LOST EAR Ghose and Bose Huddle close, Mookerjee too Perspires his Gheu,* And appeals to his spirits again and again, To produce a duplicate ear there and then! There's a regular scare, As if the Devil were there! And feeling no doubt, They go hunting about ; The Crier is hoarse, And of course All attorneys pockets are turn'd inside out ! The peons are swearing, They couldn't be so daring As to steal a judicial organ of hearing ! Morrisseus grew Awfully pallid in hue; He look'd in his book, In each comer and crook; He examin'd his shoe, And his tight trousers too ; He turn'd up his coat-tail; He peer'd thro' the rail He felt in his breast, and he felt 'mong his papers : He look'd up in air, and then look'd at the gapers He search'd above and below, but, oh dear! He could find no such thing-no such thing as his ear His Mentor now stoop'd down and whisper'd to him, "Sure the Magian Zurando had stolen the limb!" More foolish than wise, He heav'd many sighs, And call'd for the Sheriff, his Chief and his bhiest In anger profound, and deep, passionate grief, He gave the order to seize that rascally thief! To seize him at board, to seize him in bed, By the shin of his leg or the hair of his head; To seize him asleep, or by day or by night; To seize him unarmed, or ready for fight; + Brothers.
 * Clarified butter.