"THAT'S THE NEW DOCTOR--AND THOSE ARE HIS CHILDREN!"
"HOW UGLY HIS CHILDREN ARE!"
"WELL, NATURALLY! OF COURSE DOCTORS HAVE GOT TO KEEP THE UGLY ONES
THEMSELVES, YOU KNOW!"]
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RECKONING WITHOUT THEIR HOST.
Mr. P.C. BULL, _loquitur_:--
Humph! There you go, suspicious lurkers,
From lands less free! I grudge you room
Among my hosts of honest workers.
Had I the settling of your doom,
Your shrift were short, and brief your stay.
As 'tis, I'll watch you on your way.
A Land of Liberty! Precisely.
And curs of that advantage take.
But, if you want my tip concisely,--
We hate the wolf and loathe the snake:
And as you seem a blend of both,
To crush you I'd be little loth.
Freedom we love, and, to secure it,
Take rough and smooth with constant mind.
Espionage? We ill endure it,
But Liberty need not be blind.
Sorrow's asylum is our isle;
But we'd not harbour ruffians vile.
To flout that isle foes are not chary,
When of its shelter not in need;
But, when in search of sanctuary,
They fly thereto with wondrous speed.
Asylum? Ay! But learn--in time--
'Tis no Alsatia for foul crime.
Foes dub me sinister, satanic,
A friend of Nihilists and knaves;
Because I will not let mere panic
Rob me of sympathy with slaves,
And hatred of oppressors.
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