DEATH (A DEALER.)

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(You'll pardon my wrath), they shall drink till

they're deadFrom lead cisterns—to me 'twill be sugar of lead!

When deeper-purs'd fellows, addicted to swill, would

Drink port—I'll make use of your load of Brazilwood:

But I wish you'd send more laurel-leaves and sweetbrier

For such as may like sherry flavoured much higher!

For the bottles,—you know, sir, I'm fairly entrust-ing 'em

To your tartrate of potash for finely incrusting'em.

Laurel-water, oak saw-dust, and quicklime, havecome

Just in time to be mix'd with the brandy and rum.

Beer, tea, coffee, wine, rum, brandy, water—I thinkWe've prepared for the stomachs of all those who

drink ;And you'll kindly assist me to work a like featBy pois'ning the stomachs of all those who eat.Alum, clay, bones, potatoes, shall mix in theirbread,And their Gloucester derive its deep blush from red

lead!