I must finish the Session alone,
Ne’er cry “hear!” to an illigant speech,—
Sure I start at the sound of my own.
Them beasts, the attindants and waithers,
My form with indifference see;
They are so unaccustomed to Marthyrs,
Their coolness is shocking to me.
Society—blarney—abuse—
Gifts dear to the boys of my name!
O if I had the wings of a goose,