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“The Colonel taken to the Quakers?”
“Yes,—housed in his paternal acres;
The club turned off—the hounds, the stud,
Et cetera—all the bits of blood!
The Plough unhorsed, the Star put out,
All Cheltenham to the right about!
No more delighting in fox-slaughter,
His Vin de Comète changed for water;
His field artillery, stock and rammer,
Knock'd up by Christie's knock-down hammer!
His table captains all dismist—
Grand clearance of his civil-list;
No word escapes his lips converted,
Without an oh! or ah! inserted;
Of G*rn*y, the enraptured scholar,
He strips his coat of cuff and collar;
Shaves off his grooms the worldly locks,
Unpleasing to his Saint, George Fox;
Clothes all their sinful souls in drab—
The household of Aminidab;
Cuts up his mutton with a sigh,
And lives by leave of Sister Fry.”
“Yes,—housed in his paternal acres;
The club turned off—the hounds, the stud,
Et cetera—all the bits of blood!
The Plough unhorsed, the Star put out,
All Cheltenham to the right about!
No more delighting in fox-slaughter,
His Vin de Comète changed for water;
His field artillery, stock and rammer,
Knock'd up by Christie's knock-down hammer!
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Grand clearance of his civil-list;
No word escapes his lips converted,
Without an oh! or ah! inserted;
Of G*rn*y, the enraptured scholar,
He strips his coat of cuff and collar;
Shaves off his grooms the worldly locks,
Unpleasing to his Saint, George Fox;
Clothes all their sinful souls in drab—
The household of Aminidab;
Cuts up his mutton with a sigh,
And lives by leave of Sister Fry.”
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