Nor did indigestion wound him;
But he said—as the worry was breaking his rest—
"That Examiner—confound him!"
"What's the odds?" were the words that he said;
But he choked not down his sorrow;
For he sadly remembered the hopes that were fled,
And pictured the "Governor's horror."
Then he thought, as he hurled himself into bed,
And dashed his head down on the pillow,
That his foe, the tailor, would want to be paid,