From his head to his feet,
Conceive him laid flat in Squire Hopkins's wheat.

XXIV.

Fine text for the crowd!
Who disputed aloud
What sort of a creature had dropp'd from the cloud--
"He's come from o'er seas,
He's a Cochin Chinese--
By jingo! he's one of the wild Cherokees!"

XXV.

"Don't nobody know?"
"He's a young Esquimaux,
Turn'd white like the hares by the Arctical snow."
"Some angel, my dear,
Sent from some upper _spear_
For Plumtree or Agnew, too good for this-here!"

XXVI.

Meanwhile with a sigh,
Having open'd one eye,
The Stranger rose up on his seat by and by;
And finding his tongue,
Thus he said, or he sung,
"_Mi criky bo biggamy kickery bung_!"

XXVII.

"Lord! what does he speak?"
"It's Dog-Latin--it's Greek!"
"It's some sort of slang for to puzzle a Beak!"
"It's no like the Scotch,"
Said a Scot on the watch,
"Pho! it's nothing at all but a kind of hotch-potch!"

XXVIII.

"It's not parly voo,"
Cried a schoolboy or two,
"Nor Hebrew at all," said a wandering Jew.
Some held it was sprung
From the Irvingite tongue,
The same that is used by a child very young.

XXIX.

Some guess'd it high Dutch,
Others thought it had much
In sound of the true Hoky-poky-ish touch;
But none could be poz,
What the Dickins! (not Boz)
No mortal could tell what the Dickins it was!

XXX.

When who should come pat,
In a moment like that,
But Bowring, to see what the people were at--
A Doctor well able,
Without any fable,
To talk and translate all the babble of Babel.

XXXI.

So just drawing near,
With a vigilant ear,
That took ev'ry syllable in, very clear,
Before one could sip
Up a tumbler of flip,
He knew the whole tongue, from the root to the tip!

XXXII.

Then stretching his hand,
As you see Daniel stand,
In the Feast of Belshazzar, that picture so grand!
Without more delay,
In the Hamilton way
He English'd whatever the Elf had to say.

XXXIII.

"_Krak kraziboo ban_,
I'm the Lunatick Man,
Confined in the Moon since creation began--
_Sit muggy bigog_,
Whom except in a fog
You see with a Lanthorn, a Bush, and a Dog."

XXXIV.

"_Lang sinery lear_,
For this many a year,
I've long'd to drop in at your own li