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 Ill patient’s stomach belches, quantum suff, Cogs from old tomes, and dishes up a treat From musty shelves and artistes obsolete.——— You strive with H H, Sydney’s Laureate, Equal in poesy or ideal mind Another Beaumont would a Fletcher find—— Lie in thy throat, malicious ugly knave Thy tongue be blistered, ere it foul the brave, Nor privilege of age, that coward cry Slur o’er thy slanders with impunity. Free as my will, my power, ere this had bled, The wretch who dared calumniate the dead———

The cannon thunders, here be known to all, Fall of Ballaarat and Sebastopol Tho twofold tale tho bulletins unfold, And Nickel here invades tho Land of Gold—— While England’s Armies wade in blood of foes, They spill her own at the Antipodes——— This ruthless sortie terror caused, ’tis plain; And Glencoe’s massacre’s rehearsed again——— Successful skirmish on La Plata’s Bank Cannot bring brains as easily as rank, Victoria’s Viceroy’s brains it seems are bare As the strange strategy that’s fostered there, May this poor policy not prove our loss, Nor proud St. George sink ’neath the Starry cross—

Of various changes men must undergo See Crœsus’ now, but paupers while ago Ask not, how they amassed their mighty wealth, Not easy solved, nor clean the bill of health, Full many a Dives on the bleak North Shore Has raised his mansion and his ample store That Blocksome couple (sunk the lodging house)