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 For like the Ortolan, ’tis but when fed A ray of light descends upon his head—— Here statesmen stimulate ‘bedad’ such ‘gab’ And Morerice moves, infected with the scab His fleecy clients sound in wind and limb The fatal murrain seems to stick to him. Inflex pecus! slaves to Bent-st., gents, Worthy the man of his constituents—— Miasma jests of vapid marsh abound As course hilarity and lush goes round Should slightest scintillation sparkle,—thus ’Tis noxious vapour, ignis fatuus While frequent pops of gooseberry champagne, Proclaim unknown the liquor law of Mayne: Who takes example from wet former Day So never soaks, except when others pay—— While Gammay’s gammon proves him thoro’ game, And points his pedigree from noble name.—— With arm on aide de camp (if held his tongue) A passing puppet mid the motley throng.———

Etruria flourished on another plan, And lying motto proves, no prophet, man, Did this fair town, as Sodom’s fate, depend On five true men, to-day would be her end—— The warning TEKEL, cautions, ere too late For clouds and darkness hover o’er her fate, So serpents cast your skins, from slime emerge Ere H. H. mourn you in immortal dirge—

Illusive as of yore strange tales it seems The old see visions, and the young dream dreams— Such were my waking visions; dreamings too, Pass as they will, I pars them on to you, Convinced each viper with envenomed tooth Will feel, he, bites a file, who turns on truth.——