THE PRIVATE BANKER'S PÆAN.
(Some way after Shakspeare.)
I know a Bank whereto the poor man goes.
If there too quickly his deposit grows,
I fancy ourMonopoly may decline,
No, no, at Thirty Pounds we'll draw the line,
Nor let the Artisan, however thrifty,
In the Post-Office pile an annual Fifty.
We've floored them this time after a good fight,
Government yields, to our extreme delight.
We Private Banks are saved, by our teeth's skin.
If they the thin end of the wedge slip in,
By Jove, they'll open wide the public eyes,
And smash up all our snug Monopolies.
An Amusement scarcely likely to be Popular with Children.—The Switchback.
