XXVIII.
What's Rothschild here, that wealthy man!
Nay, worlds of wealth?—Oh, if you can
Spy out,—the Golden Ball!
Sure as we rose, all money sank:
What's gold or silver now?—the Bank
Is gone—the 'Change and all!
XXIX.
What's all the ground-rent of the globe?—
Oh, Graham, it would worry Job