Was now regularly laid out with the different points o’ compass;
When he undertook a subject, in what nat’ral lines he’d draw it!
He would paint it out so honest that it seemed as if you saw it.
And the way he went for Europe! oh, the way he scampered through it!
Not a mountain but he clim’ it—not a city but he knew it;
There wasn’t any subject to explain, in all creation,
But he could go to Europe, and bring back an illustration!
So we crowded out to hear him, quite instructed and delighted;
’Twas a picture-show, a lecture, and a sermon—all united;
And my wife would rub her glasses, and serenely pet her Test’ment,