‘A hem was then heard, consequential and snapping,
And a sour little gentleman walked with a rap in.
He bow’d, look’d about him, seem’d cold, and sat down,
And said,[[77]] “I’m surpris’d that you’ll visit this town:—
To be sure, there are one or two of us who know you,
But as for the rest, they are all much below you.
So stupid, in general, the natives are grown,
They really prefer Scotch reviews to their own;
So that what with their taste, their reformers, and stuff,
They have sicken’d myself and my friends long enough.”