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It skills not now To tell you how
The transmogrified Pagan perform'd his vow;
How he quitted his home, Travell'd to Rome,
And went to St. Peter's and looked at the Dome,
And obtain'd from the Pope an assurance of bliss,
And kiss'd—whatever he gave him to kiss—
Toe, relic, embroidery, nought came amiss;
And how Pope Urban Had the man's turban
Hung up in the Sistine chapel, by way
Of a relic—and how it hangs there to this day.—
Suffice it to tell, Which will do quite as well,
That the whole of the Convent the miracle saw,
And the Abbot's report was sufficient to draw
Ev'ry bon Catholique in la belle France to Blois,
Among others, the Monarch himself, Francois,
The Archbishop of Rheims, and his “Pious Jackdaw,”
And there was not a man in Church, Chapel, or Meeting-house,
Still less in Cabaret, Hotel, or Eating-house,
But made an oration, And said “In the nation
If ever a man deserved canonization,
It was the kind, pitiful, pious Aloys.”—

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So the Pope says—says he, “Then a saint he shall be!”—
So he made him a Saint,—and remitted the fee.

Vide, First Series, p. 163.