ORATOR HUNT.
I.
Blithe Harry Hunt was an orator bold—
Talked away bravely and blunt;
And Rome in her glory, and Athens of old,
With all their loud talkers, of whom we are told,
Couldn’t match Orator Hunt!
II.
Blithe Harry Hunt was a sightly man—
Something ’twixt giant and runt:
His paunch was a large one, his visage was wan,
And to hear his long speeches vast multitudes ran.
O rare Orator Hunt!
VI.
Orator Hunt was the man for a riot—
Bully in language and front—
And thought when a nation had troubles to sigh at,
’Twas quite unbecoming to sit cool and quiet.
O rare Orator Hunt!
VIII.
How Orator Hunt’s many speeches will close—
Tedious, bombastic, and blunt—
In a halter or diadem, God only knows:
The sequel might well an arch-conjurer pose.
O rare Orator Hunt!
Sufficient has been given to show the nature of the lampoon without repeating its scurrility. The following, of which we only quote the two first stanzas, is of pretty much the same order, though emanating from the other side, and after terrible provocation had been given:—