Many another way, and there's his fault,"
'T is answered—"He himself preferred our arm
O' the law to fight his battle with. No doubt
We did not open him an armory
To pick and choose from, use, and then reject.
He tries one weapon and fails,—he tries the next
And next: he flourishes wit and common sense,
They fail him,—he plies logic doughtily,
It fails him too,—thereon, discovers last
He has been blind to the combustibles—