FANNY.
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cxl.
That sort of dignity was in his mien
Which awes the gazer into ice, and brings
To recollection some great man we've seen,
The Governor, perchance, whose eye and frown,
'Twas shrewdly guessed, would knock Judge Skinner down.
cxli.
He was a subject worthy Bristed's pen;
Believed devoutly all his flatterers said,
And deemed himself a Crœsus among men;
Spread to the liberal air his silken sails,
And lavished guineas like a Prince of Wales.
cxlii.
The blood ran pure—the magnates of the land—
Hailed them as his companions and his friends,
And lent them money and his note of hand.
In every institution, whose proud aim
Is public good alone, he soon became
cxliii.
His name, with the addition of esquire,