‘Ah! Sir,’ says John, ‘it is to me quite clear,
‘That I’m a dead man, if they keep me here.’
The Doctor felt his Pulse, and gave a shrug;
The Constitution could not stand the Tug.
‘Your health, poor Newcome, does so bad appear,
‘That I shall send you straightways to the Rear.
‘To Salamanca first, and when you’re there,
‘You will be ordered Home for change of Air.
‘The Board of Surgeons will, I’m well assur’d,
‘At once decide that here you can’t be cured.’