XXIV.

From such quaint themes he turns, at last, aside, To new philosophies, that still are green, And shows what rail-roads have been track'd to guide The wheels of great political machine; If English corn should grow abroad, I ween, And gold be made of gold, or paper sheet; How many pigs be born to each spalpeen; And, ah! how man shall thrive beyond his meat,-- With twenty souls alive, to one square sod of peat!