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 All that concerns me here to mention’s

The net result, which filled the tills

In Peter’s store with-good: intentions

In shape of promissory bills:

And I.O,U.’s—the accursed. inventions

Of Jewdom’s hell,—and little-else:

The loaves were gone; gone, too, the fishes,

But left their: scales upon the meshes.

And Popery, gathering up the broken

And addling eggs that should be chickens

Into her bosom, pores, some token

Of life to find,-but nothing quickens

Save the grey mould that flings a cloak on

The festering yolk that rots and sickens

All hope’s expansiveness in gloom;

Of withering nights and gathering doom.

then the Papal deficit.

In strongly marked relief is set

By these last lines: not less the factors,

Among the scattered simian actors

In Europe and the busy sphere o’

The western world, that summed, divided,

Squared and the like, in th’ end provided

A revenue of minus zero

For Popery’s pontifex and clero.

And wrinkled fingers now unclasped

The huge worm-eaten cash-box hasped,

And bound with iron rough and rusty,

And raised the lid and trembling grasped