In verse which absolutely blazes.
His head is very like a stump
Whate’er its craniologic bump,
Who does not see that we the tillers
Of earth compose the nation’s pillars,
And may be styled, with strict propriety,
The props of civilized society.
What would have been poor mortals’ lot—
Yea, what were man, if we were not?
Nature’s poor, simple, houseless child,