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But the heat forced me out in the best part—alas!

And when—

You have lost such a lecture!

I defy him to beat this day's wondrous applause.

The very walls shook.

I allow our friend Scamp has this day done his best.

Miss Lilac, permit me to help you;—a wing?

Lady Bluemount! a glass of Madeira?

Does he stick to his lakes, like the leeches he sings,

And their gatherers, as Homer sung warriors and kings?

Nor profane with your sneers so poetic a name.

For the poet of pedlers 'twere, sure, no disaster

To wear a new livery; the more, as 'tis not

The first time he has turned both his creed and his coat.