Phantasmagorias of those dreadful men
Whose fame associate with Irish plots is,
Fitzgeralds—Tones—O’Connors—Hare—and then
“Those Emmetts,” not so “little in his eyes”
As Doctor Watts’s!
He felt himself piked, roasted—carv’d and hack’d,
His big black burly body seemed in fact
A pincushion for Terror’s pins and needles,—
Oh, how he wish’d himself beneath the sun
Of Afric—or in far Barbadoes—one