I am firmly convinced they’re related to me,
And to this all philosophers ought to agree;
For how could such creatures have got into holes,
Unless, (’tis my theory,) they had been moles?”
He ceased, then just turn’d his diminutive eyes,
First round to the company, then to the skies,
And receiving applause from all who sate round,
He threw up his hill, and escaped underground.
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Signor Greyhound, a foreigner, talk’d of the swamps,
Of the ague and fever, both caused by the damps;