By a Weary Secular Scribe.
Oh, to be a Pulpiteer!
Purists may fie-fie, or sneer.
But, when wit and fancy fail,
To produce your twice-cooked kail
(As "a traveller") must be nice.
Nor are you confined to twice;
Hashed, rehashed, and hashed again,
Garnished—from another brain,
Seasoned—from another cruet,