Interviewed.
Scene—A Sea Port. Friend of Humanity
(Mr. P * * * h) meeting Seafaring Person.
Friend of Humanity (loq.)—
Stranger, why so deeply blushing?
Why your hat your temples crushing?
Why strange oaths so freely gushing?
Why inclined to so much lushing?
Why your way so madly pushing?
And from haunts of seaman rushing,
Through wet streets insanely slushing,