You 'd fain distinguish between gift and gift,
Washington's oracle and Sludge's itch
O' the elbow when at whist he ought to trump?
With Sludge it's too absurd? Fine, draw the line
Somewhere, but, sir, your somewhere is not mine!
Bless us, I 'm turning poet! It 's time to end.
How you have drawn me out, sir! All I ask
Is—am I heir or not heir? If I 'm he,
Then, sir, remember, that same personage
(To judge by what we read i' the newspaper)