Each varied mile new charms and churches showed,
But sceptic Higgins jeered the sacred band;
For his full tide of thought with scorn o’erflowed,
Or deep immersed in objects grave and grand,
Dwelt on the Warren’s fame at number Thirty, Strand.
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11.
Th’ Exchange is past, the Mansion House appears,
Surpris’d the Childe surveys its portly site,
Dim dreams assail him of convivial years,