We coopered him. His heart’s no longer beating:
Bogu Tsarachnie! God protect the Tsar!”
“And where is he who on the imperial fences
Inscribed Pop’s Bitters, and Take Fooler’s Pills?”
“My lord, his medicines were no defences,
In Hades he atones for earthly ills.”
“And that confounded nuisance of a Scotch Guard
Who played the bagpipes up and down the car?”
“My lord, the imperial headsman wears his watch-guard:
Bogu Tsarachnie! God protect the Tsar!”