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Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Old fogies, when he lightens at em, Shrivel like leaves to him 'tis granted Always to say the word that's wanted, So that he seems but speaking clearer The tip-top thought of every hearer Each flash his brooding heart lets fall, Fires what's combustible in all, And sends the applauses bursting in Like an exploded magazine.
Old fogies, when he lightens at em, Shrivel like leaves to him 'tis granted Always to say the word that's wanted, So that he seems but speaking clearer The tip-top thought of every hearer Each flash his brooding heart lets fall, Fires what's combustible in all, And sends the applauses bursting in Like an exploded magazine.