Category: Humour
"Now, Lake-men, claim your right of way, and see the business done, Come with your crowbar, spade, and pick;--and sure the battle's won, For bolts and bars show SPEDDING'S race that you don't care a fig, And prove that right's no match for might when rallied round Latrigg."
The sweet warbler, who, by the way, is a trifle hoarse and occasionally a little indistinct, tells several of these narratives--they are narratives--and I cut in with occasional...
1. Part 1"Now, Lake-men, claim your right of way, and see the business done, Come with your crowbar, spade, and pick;--and sure the battle's won, For bolts and bars show SPEDDING'S race...
3. Part 3Then our chemistry comes, and each symbol Will vary, it seems, every age, And the man has a mind that is nimble, Who conquers each intricate page. There's AgNO_{3} as the Nitrat...