So Julian, when the crowd he spied, On the concerns of other folks. Instead of walking lone, and pouting, Laneham had turn'd aside, I say, In vain to-day they may escape, Through life they plunge, strive, pant, and squabble, Somewhat of this sad species I am Afraid you'll think our Twins of Siam. Laneham walk'd up and ask'd the matter? But long ere silence was obtained, Off Chang, well able to prevail, if And, since his entré into fashion, Now reaped Profusion's sad results, In an arrest from Mr. Stultz! The bailiff seized him at the time When Chang, in whose unconscious cold ear, Brave Serjeant Drill had the sublime And gay profession of a soldier Been dinning; found himself imbruted With ale, and by the lord recruited! We wanted then some gallants tall, A Corps of Heroes for Bengal ; And Drill believed himself no dunce, In bagging two such birds at once. Well sure, that to enlist one brother, Was quite enough to win the other. Never, I ween, did War and Law Their several ways more drolly draw. Grappled on Chang the man of Slaughters! The sturdy bailiff grappled on Ching! The one pull'd this way to his quarters, If e'er you want a friend to free, 66 Against his will-at your behest— "Aye-but a single step from hence, Sir, Why, tremble at the consequence, Sir. 66 * Anglice, gift of words," that of which, in order to endow the Irish, Nature has, with great iniquity, cheated their neighbours the English. |