All on the tombstones like a poulterer’s shop;
With lobsters and white-bait, and other swate-meats,
And wine and nagus, and Imparial Pop!
There was cakes and apples in all the chapels,
With fine polonies and rich mellow pears,—
Och! the Count von Strogonoff, sure he got prog enough,
The sly ould Divil undernathe the stairs.”
In another set of verses on the subject the same author said he was in the Abbey looking through the wrong end of a pair of binoculars, and—
“At first I saw a little Queen was sitting all alone,
And little Duke and Duchesses knelt round her little throne,