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268
The Torrent.
[1829.]
Daddy Newport at Brookes's John Cam Hobhouse meeting,
Discoors'd him awhile on the last Thatch'd-House meeting:
“Och! Hobby, my darling, O'Connell's the man!
Faith, for spaking and blarney there's nothing like Dan!
His eloquence mystifies, bothers, confounds,
Rushing on like a torrent that, bursting its bounds,
Spreads wide and resistless, bears all things before”—
Sam Rogers here, suddenly ceasing to snore,
Peep'd out from the corner where slumber he shamm'd,
And cried, “Then his eloquence ought to be damm'd!”
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