Which the life of each hapless tenant loads
With cramps and chills and with torture grim,
’Till Death itself seems a boon to him;
No, I as a fiend will not appear
In the happy days of the Glad New Year!”
Said a City Alderman, “I will try
My enemies’ sneers to falsify;
I’ll curb, as much as ever I’m able,
My gluttonous taste at the Civic table;
I’ll do my best, too, myself to force