Its smell of brimstone is sublime;
'Tis dedicated to the Ranters
And the Canters
Of Exeter Hall in the dog days,
Cum multis aliis ad gammona.
Who'll bid for this whole lot? one thousand—two,
Three, four, five, six,—say seven, and see what I will do.
"Gone!"
Doctor Lardner, I've knocked it down to you.