Such loss would sure a Stoic move—
My only fish! My only love!
Place me on Railton’s stunted post[114]
(Queer pedestal for France’s Fear);
And fishing there with Nelson’s Ghost,
I’m sure I’d catch as much as here!
Doudney and line no more be mine—
Dash down—no, don’t—that ginger wine!
Punch, 1844.