He called me "thief" the other day, And daily from his door he thrusts me; This So deaf to all sound Reason's rule poor uneducated clown is, You cannot fancy what a fool Poor rich uneducated BROWN is. SIR MACKLIN F all the youths I ever saw OF None were so wicked, vain, or silly, So lost to shame and Sunday law As worldly Toм, and Вов, and BILLY. In parks or gardens, where they talked. SIR MACKLIN was a priest severe It did a sinner good to hear He could in every action show Some sin, and nobody could doubt him. He argued high, he argued low, He also argued round about him. He wept to think each thoughtless youth Contained of wickedness a skinful, And burnt to teach the awful truth, That walking out on Sunday's sinful. "Oh, youths," said he, "I grieve to find The course of life you've been and hit on Sit down," said he, "and never mind The pennies for the chairs you sit on. My opening head is Kensington,’ How walking there the sinner hardens, Which when I have enlarged upon, I go to Secondly' - its Gardens.' "My Thirdly' comprehendeth Hyde,' Of Secrecy the guilt, and shameses : My Fourthly'- Park' its verdure wide. My Fifthly comprehends St. James's.' 6 "That matter settled I shall reach The Sixthly' in my solemn tether, "Then I shall demonstrate to you, In lavish stream his accents flow, He argued high, he argued low, He also argued round about him. |