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 15 Oh, if anyone anything lacks, He'll find it all ready in stacks, If he'll only look in On the resident Djinn, Number seventy, Simmery Axe! He can raise you hosts Of ghosts, And that, without reflectors; And creepy things With wings,. And gaunt and grisly spectres Ho can fill you crowds Of shrouds^ And horrify you vastly ; He can rack your brains With chains, And gibberings grim and ghastly. Then, if you plan it, he Changes organity, With an urbanity Full of Satanity; Vexes humanity With an inanity Fatal to vanity Driving your foes to the verge of insanity. Barring tautology, In deruonology, 'Lectro biology, Mystic nosology, Spirit philology, High class astrology, Such is his knowledge, he Isn't the man to require an apology.

Oh, my name is John Wellington Wells, I'm a dealer in magic and spells, In blessings and curses, And ever filled purses In prophecies, witches, and knells! If anyone anything lacks, He'll find it all ready in stacks, If he'll only look in On the resident Djinn, Number seventy, Simmery Axe!

ALEXIS, (c.) I have sent for you to consult you on a very important matter. I believe you advertise a patent oxy-hydrogeu Love at first sight Philtre ? n. W. (R.) Sir, it is our leading article. (Producing a phial.)