And, having sipp’d the tea and sniff’d the vapour,
Spread out the “Thunderer” before his eyes—
When, to his great surprise,
He saw imprinted there, in black and white,
That he, THE ROE-buck—HE, whom all men knew,
Had been expressly born to set worlds right—
That HE was nothing but a parvenu.
Jove! was it possible they lack’d the knowledge he
Boasted a literary and scientific genealogy!
That he had had some ancestors before him—