An’ whisp’ring told each man apart,
That he the volume much esteem’d;
Its little faults he nothing deem’d:
An’ if his vote they would receive,
It might through countless ages live.
While I poor James’s speech admir’d,
Tom Touchy at the sound was fir’d:
And ah! it griev’d me much to find,
He prov’d him senseless, deaf, and blind:
Then quick as thought, ere I could tell him,