And whose modest demands with his loss proofs are filed.
His property cost, as he shows from his deeds,
A sum which ten thousand times over exceeds
The mite of insurance for which he now pleads.
His goods, to be sure, they were mostly sold out;
His building within was a shell, and without
Was veneered with cheap stone, or thin iron, or grout;
But his word, bless my soul! who could harbor a doubt,
Its truthfulness or its exactness about?
So he pockets his funds, and he rolls up his eyes,