From street to street the blast makes way;
All hear the summons, and obey.
Hundreds on hundreds flock to meet him,
With open mouths, as if they’d eat him.
“A B——p! aye! that ne’er can be
A human thing like you or me,”
Says one: “No, no,” replies a second,
“A B——p’s more than human reckon’d;
He consecrates, Sir, he ordains,
Gives orders, if he gives not brains: