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So Julian, when the crowd hc spied,
In wasting time and cracking jokes
On the concerns of other folks.
Laneham had turn'd aside, I say,
Laneham walk'd up and ask'd the matter ?
But long ere silence was obtained,
Off Chang, well able to prevail, if
In the d—d clutches of a bailiff !
When Chang, in whose unconscious cold ear, Brave Serjeant Drill had the sublime
And gay profession of a soldier
The sturdy bailiff grappled on Ching !
The one pull'd this way to his quarters,
The other that way to the Spunging! While our astonish'd swarthy sad men,
Unconscious of the scrape they'd got in, Thought what a dangerous band of madmen
Fate suddenly had cast their lot in ! Much were they charm’d, you may suppose,
When they beheld their guardian Laneham, Once more at hand against their foes,
So opportunely to sustain 'em.
If e'er you want a friend to free,
“But hark you, sir, if you molest “ This other gentleman, or bear him
Against his will—at your behest“Aye—but a single step from hence, Sir, · Why, tremble at the consequence, Sir.
* Anglice, “ gift of words,” that of which, in order to endow the Irish, Nature has, with great iniquity, cheated their neighbours the English.