He not unlistened, would touch the string,
Tho' he was a man with unchisseled face;
From eye to eye too little a space;
A jester withouten one attic joke,
And the greatest liar that ever spoke.
'Bad luck to you, what do you mean by that?' cried Jerry, running towards him. 'I will box you for a shilling!'
'You are not worth one,' exclaimed the minstrel, starting up.
'I will leave your carcase not worth one,' cried Jerry.
'That would be more than your's is worth now,' returned the minstrel.
'For shame, my friends!' cried I. 'Mr. Higginson, I declare your conduct is that of a child.'