Some Jacobin has sent the fabrication,
Just to befool our learned corporation."
Sneering he spake, then turn'd about,
Took up his chapeau, and walked out.
Ghastly and wild his worship stagger'd,
And look'd as if he had been dagger'd.
Stung to the stomach with vexation,
The aldermen all roar'd, "Damnation!"
The meeting, silent as the breaking day,
Soft as the mountain snow did melt away.