And make the Martling17 Deists utter
Harmonious anthems to our Lord;
Then, all their former tricks upsetting,
To honey thou shalt change their gall,
For Sharpe16 shall vindicate brevetting,
And Root admire the great canal.
It will be pleasant, too, to hear a
Decent speech among our swains;
We almost had begun to fear a
Famine for the dearth of brains.
No more their tongues shall play the devil,
Thy potent art the fault prevents;
Now German16 shall, for once, be civil,
And Bacon16 speak with common-sense.
Poor German's head is but a leaker;
Should yours be found compact and close,
As you’re to be the only speaker,
We’ll make you Speaker of the House.
If you’re in haste to “touch the siller,”
Dispatch me your acceptance merely,
And call on trusty Mr. Miller,18
He’ll pay the cash—Sir, yours sincerely,
D.
