"Lo, when we landed on the Isle of Mull,

The megrims got into the Doctor's skull:

With such bad humours he began to fill,

I thought he would not go to Icolmkill:

But lo! those megrims (wonderful to utter!)

Were banish'd all by tea and bread and butter!"

At last they get angry, and tell each other a few home truths:—

BOZZY.

"How could your folly tell, so void of truth,

That miserable story of the youth,