That came to hand exactly as Saint Meg’s
Was striking ten—eleven had been better;
For then he might have eaten six more eggs,
And both of the bedevill’d turkey-legs,
With relishes from East, West, North, and South,
Draining, beside, the teapot to the dregs;
Whereas a man, whose heart is in his mouth,
Is rather spoilt for hunger and for drouth.
ABSTRACTION.