Into quod for several weeks.
When that wicked gal was quodded
(I wish more was, on my sowl)
All them penny Radikle papers
Made a most infunnil ’oul.
And they said as this ere Rev’rent,—
(Bless his gentle ’art—for years
I have heeard ’im for them ’ethens
Preach till every hi was tears).
Yes,—they said this pious gen’lm