Or stop the ticket Colonel Jebb bestowed;
To spoil the child the British public chose,
And on the grown-up Convict spares the rod.
Punch. November 29, 1856.
A Lunatic Parody.
The curlew rolls amidst the darting spray,
And showy birds ride boldly o’er the sea,
Striving the foaming clods to clear away,
And leave the earth to chaos and to me.
The glades are simmering in the red moonlight,