“Dyspepsia sure, thou Millinere—”
“Hush! hush! O rash M. P.,
I vowed that another singing fowle
Should never be slain by me!
“And then I heard two Voices speak,
As I lay like one that’s dead;
Two Voices sweet, yet sternly sad,
And this is what they said:—
First Voice.
“This is the man, the barbarous man,