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Southampton	A
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As 'tis now my dear Tully some weeks since I started	B
By railroad for earth having vowed ere we parted	B
To drop you a line by the Dead Letter post	C
Just to say how I thrive in my new line of ghost	C
And how deucedly odd this live world all appears	D
To a man who's been dead now for three hundred years	D
I take up my pen and with news of this earth	E
Hope to waken by turns both your spleen and your mirth	E
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In my way to these shores taking Italy first	F
Lest the change from Elysium too sudden should burst	F
I forgot not to visit those haunts where of yore	G
You took lessons from Paetus in cookery's lore	G
Turned aside from the calls of the rostrum and Muse	H
To discuss the rich merits of r 'tis and stews	H
And preferred to all honors of triumph or trophy	I
A supper on prawns with that rogue little Sophy	I
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Having dwelt on such classical musings awhile	J
I set off by a steam boat for this happy isle	J
A conveyance you ne'er I think sailed by my Tully	I
And therefore per next I'll describe it more fully	I
Having heard on the way what distresses me greatly	I
That England's o'errun by idolaters lately	I
Stark staring adorers of wood and of stone	K
Who will let neither stick stock or statue alone	K
Such the sad news I heard from a tall man in black	L
Who from sports continental was hurrying back	L
To look after his tithes seeing doubtless 'twould follow	M
That just as of old your great idol Apollo	M
Devoured all the Tenths so the idols in question	A
These wood and stone gods may have equal digestion	A
And the idolatrous crew whom this Rector despises	N
May eat up the tithe pig which he idolizes	N
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London	A
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'Tis all but too true grim Idolatry reigns	O
In full pomp over England's lost cities and plains	O
On arriving just now as my first thought and care	P
Was as usual to seek out some near House of Prayer	P
Some calm holy spot fit for Christians to pray on	Q
I was shown to what think you a downright Pantheon	Q
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A grand pillared temple with niches and halls	R
Full of idols and gods which they nickname St Paul's	R
Tho' 'tis clearly the place where the idolatrous crew	S
Whom the Rector complained of their dark rites pursue	S
And 'mong all the strange gods Abr'ham's father carved out	T
That he ever carv'd stranger than these I much doubt	T
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Were it even my dear TULLY your Hebes and Graces	N
And such pretty things that usurpt the Saints' places	U
I shouldn't much mind for in this classic dome	V
Such folks from Olympus would feel quite at home	V
But the gods they've got here such a queer omnium gatherum	V
Of misbegot things that no poet would father 'em	V
Britannias in light summer wear for the skies	W
Old Thames turned to stone to his no small surprise	W
Father Nile too a portrait in spite of what's said	X
That no mortal e'er yet got a glimpse of his head	X
And a Ganges which India would think somewhat fat for't	I
Unless 'twas some full grown Director had sat for't	I
Not to mention the et caeteras of Genii and Sphinxes	W
Fame Victory and other such semi clad minxes	W
Sea Captains the idols here most idolized	Y
And of whom some alas might too well be comprized	Y
Among ready made Saints as they died cannonized	Y
With a multitude more of odd cockneyfied deities	W
Shrined in such pomp that quite shocking to see it 'tis	W
Nor know I what better the Rector could do	Y
Than to shrine there his own beloved quadruped too	Y
As most surely a tithe pig whate'er the world thinks is	W
A much fitter beast for a church than a Sphinx is	W
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But I'm called off to dinner grace just has been said	Y
And my host waits for nobody living or dead	Y

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