For Kenealy and Odgers, those wide-awake dodgers,
the wrongs of mankind are redressing.
No doubt we shall soon take a trip to the moon,
if we need recreation or frolic;
Or fly to the stars in the New Pullman Cars,
when we find the dull earth melancholic.
We shall know the delights of enjoying our
rights without any duties to vex us;
We shall know the unknown; the Philosopher's
stone shall be ours, and no problems perplex us;
For all shall be patent, no mysteries latent;
man's mind by intuitive notion,
The circle shall square, x and y shall declare,
and discover perpetual motion.
Meanwhile till the Earth has accomplished its
birth, mid visions of imminent glory,
I prefer to remain, as aforetime, a plain and
bloated and bigoted Tory.
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Dear Mr. Editor, lately my creditor, now fully
paid and my debtor,