But then—the melancholy phrase to soften,
Mr. B.’s mill transpir’d so very often!
And advertised—than all Price Currents louder,
“Fragments look up—there is a rise in Powder.”
So frequently, it caused the neighbours’ wonder,—
And certain people had the inhumanity
To lay it all to Mr. Baker’s vanity,
That he might have to say—“That was my thunder!”
One day—so goes the tale,
Whether, with iron hoof,