He wonder’d who his right-hand man might be -
Vicar of Holt cum Uppingham was he;
And who the man of that dark frown possess’d -
Rector of Bradley and of Barton-west;
“A pluralist,” he growl’d - but check’d the word,
That warfare might not, by his zeal, be stirr’d.
But now began the man above to show
Fierce looks and threat’nings to the man below;
Who had some thoughts his peace by flight to seek -
But how then lecture, if he dar’d not speak! -