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In town and out, for ten miles round.

Your “useful labors” to complete

In every square, side-walk and street,

By way of ornament then please

To set out Bohun Upas trees.

If after all the fiend we find

Is not to emigrate inclined,

But like too many a foreign caitiff

Declares on oath he is a native,

To counteract him, my advice is

To tow us down the polar ices,

And when a field or two is brought us,

’Twill drive him into winter quarters.

This thing your worships well know can

Be done on Doctor Darwin’s plan,

And ’tis the best work, past a doubt,

Our gun boats can be set about.

Paulo majora nunc canamus,ssss1

And hope the public will not blame us

If we should soar, (’tis our intention,)

Above your worship’s comprehension.

We’ve form’d the most tremendous plan,

Which ever stretch’d the mind of man,

And which to nothing less aspires

Than making moons from central fires.

If theories of Doctor Hutton

Be worth the shadow of a button,

And Doctor Darwin has not blunder’d,

We’ll turn out full moons by the hundred.ssss1