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Until Death's gloomy hand raised the latch of his door, Kot for him, by the bye — No, Beeswax didn't die — But a certain dear avint of his, a'tat four score. It may have been trouble — the parting's sad pain — Which led him to think of my statements again ; She had loved Beeswax so (She had left him, you know, The old Pig and Whistle, in Hunslet Lane). And thus Logic conquered, and therefore to-day Mr. Beeswax's fancies have all passed away, Now, a glittering star, He presides at his bar. And, saving detectives, existence is gay. LINE8 TO A MUCH-ESTEEMED LEED8 VICAR UPON HIS ACCESSION TO A COLONIAL BISHOPRIC. So, reverend brother, you are going to leave us, And all our hearts are wrung, To break the threads which now so firmly weave us With one so good and young. You came to us from the " still-vexed Bermiidas " * (Still vexed because you went), And you denounced the drug which would have screwed us From many a gospel tent. * Thou call'dst me uji nt miduiglit to fetch dew From the still-vexed Bermoothes. — Tempest, Act I. Scene 2. LOCAL LYRICS. 41

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