CXXVIII. Man's a strange animal, and makes strange use Of his own nature, and the various arts, And likes particularly to produce Some new experiment to show his parts; This is the age of oddities let loose, 1 Where different talents find their different marts; You'd best begin with truth, and when you've lost your Labour, there's a sure market for imposture. CXXIX. What opposite discoveries we have seen! (Signs of true genius, and of empty pockets.) One makes new noses, one a guillotine, One breaks your bones, one sets them in their CXXX. Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes; And galvanism has set some corpses grinning, But has not answer'd like the apparatus Of the Humane Society's beginning, By which men are unsuffocated gratis: What wondrous new machines have late been CXXXI. spinning! * CXXXII. This is the patent-age of new inventions Sir Humphrey Davy's lantern, by which coals Are safely mined for in the mode he mentions, Tombuctoo travels, voyages to the Poles, Are ways to benefit mankind, as true, CXXXIII. Man's a phenomenon, one knows not what, But whether glory, power, or love, or treasure, The path is through perplexing ways, and when The goal is gain'd, we die, you know-and then What then? CXXXIV. I do not know, no more do you - And so good night. Return we to our story: "Twas in November, when fine days are few, And the far mountains wax a little hoary, And clap a white cape on their mantles blue; And the sea dashes round the promontory, And the loud breaker boils against the rock, And sober suns must set at five o'clock. CXXXV. Twas, as the watchmen say, a cloudy night; There's something cheerful in that sort of light, Arose a clatter might awake the dead, If they had never been awoke before, And that they have been so we all have read, And are to be so, at the least, once more The door was fasten'd, but with voice and fist First knocks were hcard, then,,Madam-Madam hist! CXXXVII. ,,For God's sake, Madam Madam-here's my master, ,,With more than half the city at his back ,,Was ever heard of such a curst disaster! ,,'Tis not my fault-I kept good watch-Alack! undo the bolt a little faster „Do, , pray ,,They're on the stair just now, and in a crack ,,Will all be here; perhaps he yet may fly ,,Surely the window's not so very high! |