Tripos

BY THE AUTHOR OF " DULL ESSAYS", NAMELY, " IMAGINARY CONVERSATIONS", ETC.

I

Gaffer L OCKHART ! Gaffer Lockhart!
Thou no inconvenient block art,
Tho' unoil'd and coarse the stone,
To repass my razor on.

II

Lockharts who twitch my skirt may feel
Some day a buffet from my heel,
Which Nature has thought fit to place
Exactly level with their face.
Kind to his cattle, blind or lame,
Murray will feed them just the same.

III

Who would have thought the heaviest particle
That ever sank into an Article,
Blown by a whiff or two of mine,
Should cross the Ocean and the Line,
Sparkle beneath both setting sun
And rising? Yet all this is done:
Nay, more: another insect I
Quicken by electricity.
My friend the generous Crosse will own
Life-giving is not his alone.
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