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From his lurking place, With stealthy pace,
Through the “long-drawn aisle” he begins to crawl,
As you see a cat walk on the top of a wall,
When it's stuck full of glass, and she thinks she shall fall.
—He proceeds to feel For his flint and his steel,
(An invention on which we've improved a great deal
Of late years—the substitute best to rely on
's what Jones of the Strand calls his Pyrogeneion,)
Through the “long-drawn aisle” he begins to crawl,
As you see a cat walk on the top of a wall,
When it's stuck full of glass, and she thinks she shall fall.
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(An invention on which we've improved a great deal
Of late years—the substitute best to rely on
's what Jones of the Strand calls his Pyrogeneion,)
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