144 Journal of the Mitchell Society. [Dec. 



And chunks of oleomargarine 

 Upon its tasteless sides I spread, 



The egg I eat was never laid 

 By any cackling feathered hen; 



But from the Lord knows what 'tis made 

 In Newark by unfeathered men. 



I wash my simple breakfast down 

 With fragrant chicory so cheap; 



Or with the best black tea in town — 

 Dried willow-leaves — I calmly sleep. 



But if from man's vile arts I flee, 



And drink pure water from the pump, 

 I g^ilp down infusoria? 

 And hideous rotatoria? 

 And wrig-g-ling potyg-astricae 

 And slimy diatomaceae 

 And hard-shelled orphryocercinae 

 And double-barrelled kolpodae 

 Non-loricated ambrceilae 

 And various animalculae 

 Of middle, high and low degree; 

 For nature just beats all creation 

 In multiplied adulteration. 



[By permission of the Outlook Company. J 



