“But when Convention sent his handy
work,
Pens, tongues, feet, hands, combined in
wild uproar;
Mayor, Alderman, laid down th’ uplifted
fork;
The bench of Bishops half forgot to snore;
Stern Cobbett, who for one whole week
forbore
To question aught, once more with transport
leapt,
And bit his dev’lish quill agen,
and swore
With foe such treaty never should be kept.
Then burst the blatant beast, and roared
and raged and—slept!!!”
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