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 Axle grease at every station, And exchange of teams: It were better if Vienna greased And changed, it seems.

I discovered the good uses Of the telegraph, For it heralded our coming In a lengthy paragraph.

The police, as a doting mother, Everywhere we drove, Was prepared for our coming With a heated stove.

But lest I forget, at Budweiss Where we stopped to dine, Dedera bought four stout bottles Of old Melnik wine.

Was it patriotic feeling, Moved his thought and hand? Or hoped he it was the Lethe From my native land.

Melnik wine I’ve long forgotten Drink Italian now, But it seems same restless ferment Is in both somehow.