Had missed my handsome greeting, to his long-abiding shame.
“The people of the Mountains of the Moon I wined and dined.
I reigned at Gristariska when His Majesty declined.
Reforms I wrought untiring,
With Gog and Magog squiring,
And Frosticos, my bosom friend, who lent a legal mind.
“For last superb achievement,—bright tears may Envy shed!—
I built a bridge, from Africa to distant England spread.