0\lr. Bromley-Davenport 



Then my spirit rushed before me, and I felt the * thirty-four ' 

 Percolating through my system. Noble vintage ! Now no 

 more. 



Brother thrusters ! Brother funkers ! You may well look rather 



blue, 

 For the future that 's impending is a queerish one for you. 



For I looked into its pages, and I read the book of fate. 

 And saw Fox-hunting abolished by an order from the State ; 



Saw the heavens filled with guano, and the clouds at men's 



command 

 Raining down unsavoury liquids for the benefit of land ; 



Saw the airy navies earthward bear the planetary swell, 

 And the long projected railroad made from Halifax to H — 1 ; 



Saw the landlords yield their acres after centuries of wrongs, 

 Cotton lords turn country gentlemen in patriotic throngs ; 



Queen, religion, State abandoned, and the flags of party furled 

 In the Government of Cobden, and the dotage of the world. 



Then shall exiled common sense espouse some other country's 



cause. 

 And the rogues shall thrive in England, bonneting the slumbering 



laws. 



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