"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,