y shame,
That used to fret me quite,--
The little sores I cover'd then,
No sores on earth, nor sorrows when
The world is out of sight!

XXV.

_My_ name is Tims.--I am the man
That North's unseen diminish'd clan
So scurvily abused!
I am the very P. A. Z.
The London's Lion's small pin's head
So often hath refused!

XXVI.

Campbell--(you cannot see him here)--
Hath scorn'd my _lays_:--do his appear
Such great eggs from the sky?--
And Longman, and his lengthy Co.
Long, only, in a little Row,
Have thrust my poems by!

XXVII.

What else?--I'm poor, and much beset
With damn'd small duns--that is--in debt
Some grains of golden dust!
But only worth, above, is worth.--
What's all the credit of the earth?
An inch of cloth on trust?

XXVIII.

What's Rothschild here, that wealthy man!
Nay, worlds of wealth?--Oh, if you can
Spy out,--the _Golden Ball_!
Sure as we rose, all money sank:
What's gold or silver now?--the Bank
Is gone--the 'Change and all!

XXIX.

What's all the ground-rent of the globe?--
Oh, Graham, it would worry Job
To hear its landlords prate!
But after this survey, I think
I'll ne'er be bullied more, nor shrink
From men of large estate!

XXX.

And less, still less, will I submit
To poor mean acres' worth of wit--
I that have heaven's span--
I that like Shakspeare's self may dream
Beyond the very clouds, and seem
An Universal Man!

XXXI.

Mark, Graham, mark those gorgeous crowds!
Like Birds of Paradise the clouds
Are winging on the wind!
But what is grander than their range?
More lovely than their sunset change?--
The free creative mind!

XXXII.

Well! the Adults' School's in the air!
The greatest men are lesson'd there
As well as the Lessee!
Oh could Earth's Ellistons thus small
Behold the greatest stage of all,
How humbled they would be!

XXXIII.

"Oh would some Power the giftie gie 'em,
To see themselves as others see 'em,"
'Twould much abate their fuss!
If they could think that from the iskies
They are as little in our eyes
As they can think of us!

XXXIV.

Of us! are we gone out of sight?
Lessen'd! diminish'd! vanish'd quite!
Lost to the tiny town!
Beyond the Eagle's ken--the grope
Of Dollond's longest telescope!
Graham! we're going down!

XXXV.

Ah me! I've touch'd a string that opes
The airy valve!--the gas elopes--
Down goes our bright Balloon!--
Farewell the skies! the clouds! I