And pails of water-ice!

XIX.

Oh, canst thou fast and then feast thus?
Still come away, and teach to us
Those blessed alternations--
To-day to run our dinners fine,
To feed on air and then to dine
With Civic Corporations--

XX.

To save th' Old Bailey daily shilling,
And then to take a half-year's filling
In P.N.'s pious Row--
When ask'd to Hock and haunch o' ven'son,
Thro' something we have worn our pens on
For Longman and his Co.

XXI.

O come and tell us what the Pole is--
Whether it singular and sole is,--
Or straight, or crooked bent,--
If very thick or very thin,--
Made of what wood--and if akin
To those there be in Kent?

XXII.

There's Combe, there's Spurzheim, and there's Gall,
Have talk'd of poles--yet, after all,
What has the public learn'd?
And Hunt's account must still defer,--
He sought the _poll_ at Westminster--
And is not yet _return'd_!

XXIII.

Alvanly asks if whist, dear soul,
Is play'd in snow-towns near the Pole,
And how the fur-man deals?
And Eldon doubts if it be true,
That icy Chancellors really do
Exist upon the _seals_!

XXIV.

Barrow, by well-fed office grates,
Talks of his own bechristen'd Straits,
And longs that he were there;
And Croker, in his cabriolet,
Sighs o'er his brown horse, at his Bay,
And pants to cross the _mer_!

XXV.

O come away, and set us right,
And, haply, throw a northern light
On questions such as these:--
Whether, when this drown'd world was lost.
The surflux waves were lock'd in frost,
And turned to Icy Seas!

XXVI.

Is Ursa Major white or black?
Or do the Polar tribes attack
Their neighbors--and what for?
Whether they ever play at cuffs,
And then, if they take off their muffs
In pugilistic war?

XXVII.

Tells us, is _Winter_ champion there,
As in our milder fighting air?
Say, what are _Chilly_ loans?
What cures they have for rheums beside,
And if their hearts get ossified
From eating bread of bones?

XXVIII.

Whether they are such dwarfs--the quicker
To circulate the vital liquor,--
And then, from head to heel--
How short the Methodists must choose
Their dumpy envoys not to lose
Their toes in spite of zeal?

XXIX.

Whether 'twill soften or sublime it
To preach of Hell in such a climate--
Whether may Wesley hope
To win their souls--or that old function
Of seals--with the extreme of unction--
Bespeaks them for the Pope?

XXX.

Whether