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The Saini. 
Now, Saint Dan thought it hard that the children of Ammon 
Should have to themselves all the good things of Mammon, 
So he sobbed and he sighed—for your sobs and your sighs 
Are the true way in chapels to raise the supplies ; 
Never glance was so holy, or visage sc wan: 
In short, old Saint Dunstan must yield to Saint Dan. 
Dan went on his travels. Six angels to Dover 
From Paradise posted to ferry him over ; 
One kept on the road a sharp eye to the ditches, 
One knotted his neckcloth, ene buttoned his breeches ; 
In his rear one bivouacked, one kept wing in his van: 
in short, never saint was‘so watched as Saint Dan. 
On travelled Saint Dan, by miracle saved, 
By miracle lathered, by miracle shaved, 
By miracle helped his faint stomach to fill, 
By miracle helped to find ease in a pill,’ 
By miracle ’scaping from freckle and tan: 
In short, never saint washed his face like Saint Dan. 
He was thankful in turn, for he never took snuff, 
But he wrote down a prayer (none must call it a puff ‘is 
He thanked Heaven that his toothpick was never mislaid, 
That his nose was his own, and his bed ready made ; 
With a hymn he decanted the Swiss chambertin : 
In short, never saint prayed so thick as Saint Dan. 
Aspiring at length with old Satan to grapple 
In something less low than his mob-smelling chapel, 
He summoned his angels, and, borne on their backs, 
{Loretto was never more lucky in hacks )— 
“* The first step to the bench ;” Heaven speed the good man !— 
In a church shone at last the pure face of Saint Dan. 
Saint Dan, as he dropped down his glance from the sky, 
Heard a voice in his ear, “ Dan, bid canting good by ; 
“ There’s no reason on earth why a man with a call 
“ Should not feather his nest with whatever may fall ; 
“ You see that the maxim is, ‘ Catch all you can!’ ” 
So whispered the vision; so listened Saint Dan, 
Then rose by his elbow a sallow-faced slave, 
A soft-spoken scoundrel as e’er played the knave ; 
“Saint Dan,” said the miscreant, “ a Saint you may die, 
“A second-rate Wilberforce, tenth Sister Fry ; 
“ Come, Dan, turn your doublet—I’ll make you a man : 
“A stall’s not a bad thing.” — Go on!” said Saint Dan. 
Says the fiend, “‘ There are holy, and wealthy, and wise, 
“ Who deserve to be hanged every day that-they rise ; 
“ There are Statesmen and Lawyers all turning like wheels, 
“There are Doctors and Deans, tumbling head over heels, 
“ (Whom Satan selects for his special divan.”) 
“ Well, if ratting will do it, I'll rat!” says Saint Dan. 
Then up sprang the fiend with a laugh and a howl,’ 
And grasped bs id Fe ¥ “ 
CZTERA DESUNT. 
WM. M. New Serics-—Vox, Vil. No. 41. 3K 
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