IV.

Each from his hut rushed six score times a day, Like a great canon of the Church full-rammed With cartridge theologic, (so to say,) Touched himself off, and then, recoiling, slammed His hovel's door behind him in a way That to his foe said plainly--_you'll_ be damned; And so like Potts and Wainwright, shrill and strong The two D--D'd each other all day long.