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[Illustration: "BLOOD" _VERSUS_ "BULLION."
"WELL THEN, IT NOW APPEARS YOU NEED MY HELP: YOU THAT DID VOID
YOUR RHEUM UPON MY BEARD, AND FOOT ME, AS YOU SPURN A STRANGER CUR
OVER YOUR THRESHOLD; _MONEYS IS YOUR SUIT. WHAT SHOULD I SAY TO
YOU?"_--_Merchant of Venice_, Act I., Sc. 3.]
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ODE TO COMPENSATION.
(_AFTER_ KIRKE WHITE.)
"That blessed word--'Compensation.'"
Come Compensation, come!
Not in thy terrors clad,
But in thy fairest, gentlest guise,
Thy "blessed" name but terrifies
The "Templar" and the "Rad."
Thou must not come as "Right,"
That is--alas!--"too steep."
The Law has put its foot hard down,
And "BUNG," so far, is quite done brown;
It makes the "Witler" weep!
No "Vested Interest,"
Whereon to found a claim?
And after all that we have done
To keep the Tories in the run!
It is a thundering shame!
We deemed Sir EDWARD CLARKE
Knew what he was about;
We thought good GOSCHEN, sharp and slick,
Had "gently, gently done the trick,"
We have been sold, no doubt.
But FORREST FULTON comes,--
Sharp fellow that F.
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