“’Tis now your servant’s turn to mix the nectar of the bowl;
Still on the ring our thoughts we fix, while round the goblets roll,
Great Jackson, Belcher, Scroggins, Gas, we celebrate in turns,
Each Christian, Jew, and Pagan, with the fancy’s flame that burns;
Carnegie’s finger on the board a mimic circle draws,
And, Egan-like, h’ expounds the rounds and pugilistic laws.
“’Tis thus that worth heroic is suitably lamented—
Great Daniel’s shade, I know it, dry grief had much resented.
What signify your tear and sigh? A bumper is the thing
Will gladden most the generous ghost of a champion of the king.