'Whether the ships which my lord peppered have risen again I know not,
but if the whole Yankee fleet isn't there again, all sound and right
side up with care, I hope I may be drotted into everlasting turpentine.'
Then the newspapers arose and reviled HOLLINS,
Calling him a humbug--even a humbug called they him.
As for the multitude, they laughed him to scorn; such a blackguarding
never received man before,
Calling him an old blower and bloat, a gas-bag and _fanfaron_, a Gascon
and a _carajo_, _alma miserabile_, and a pudding-head, a _sacre menteur_
and a _verfluchte prahlerische Hauptesel_, a brassy old blunder-head and
a spupsy, _un sot sans pareil_ and a darned old hoffmagander; a
pepper-_pot-pourri_, a thafe of the wurreld and an owld baste, the
divil's blissing an him!
In French, English, Dutch, Spanish and Irish, Yankee and Creole, yea,
even in Nigger and in Natchez Indian, reviled they him.
And the rumor thereof went abroad into all lands, that HOLLINS had been
compelled to hand in his horns.
How are the mighty fallen, how is he that was exalted cut down in his
salary!
Beware, oh my son, that thou pullest not the long bow ere the bowstring
be twisted, or ever the arrow be at hand--send not in thy bill ere the
customer have bought the goods.
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