The Ingoldsby Lyrics :: :: University of Virginia Library

Dr. Taylor loquitur.
Ochone! ochone!
For the portrait of Soane,
Jerdan! you ought to have let it alone;
Don't you see that instead of removing the bone
Of contention, the apple of discord you've thrown;
One general moan,
Like a tragedy groan,
Burst forth when the picture-cide became known.
When the story got “blown,”
From the Thames to the Rhone,
Folks ran, ran, calling for ether and eau-de-Cologne;
All shocked at the want of discretion you've shown!
If your heart's not of stone,
You will quickly atone.

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The best way to do that's to ask Mr. Roney to sew up the slit; the committee, you'll own,
When it's once stitched together, must see that it's Soane

Query, Sewn.—I'rinter's Devil.