Equal with him, that dark-skinn'd limb?
No; that will not suit me,
More than it wud J.B.!"
Emigrate the whole lot, JOHN?
Well, that's a tallish task!
In Afric's centre hot, JOHN,
Send 'em to breed and bask?
Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess
I'd be right glad," sez he,
"But—will they go? 'Tain't done, you know,