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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 little sphere,–
Och, pad-mad aroon
Till one fine afternoon,
I found that Wind-Coach on the horns of the Moon.”

XXXV.

“Cush quackery go,
But, besides you must know,
I’d heard of a profiting Prophet below;
Big botherum blether,
Who pretended to gather
The tricks that the Moon meant to play with the weather.”

XXXVI.

“So Crismus an crash
Being shortish of cash,
I thought I’d a right to partake of the hash–
Slik mizzle an smak,
So I’m come with a pack,
To sell to the trade, of My Own Almanack.”

XXXVII.

“Fiz bobbery pershal
Besides aims commercial,
Much wishing to honor my friend Sir John Herschel,
Cum puddin and tame,
It’s inscribed to his name,
Which is now at the full in celestial fame.”

XXXVIII.

“Wept wepton wish wept,
Pray this Copy accept”–
But here on the Stranger some Kidnappers leapt:
For why a shrewd man
Had devis’d a sly plan
The Wonder to grab for a show Caravan.

XXXIX.

So plotted, so done–
With a fight as in fun,
While mock pugilistical rounds were begun,
A knave who could box,
And give right and left knocks,
Caught hold of the Prize by his silvery locks.

XL.

And hard he had fared,
But the people were scared
By what the Interpreter roundly declared;
“You ignorant Turks!
You will be your own Burkes–
He holds all the keys of the lunary works!”

XLI.

“You’d best let him go–
If you keep him below,
The Moon will not change, and the tides will not flow;
He left her at full,
And with such a long pull,
Zounds! ev’ry man Jack will run mad like a bull!”

XLII.

So awful a threat
Took effect on the set;
The fright, tho’, was more than their Guest could forget;
So taking a jump,
In the car he came plump,
And threw all the ballast right out in a lump.

XLIII.

Up soar’d the machine,
With its yellow and green;
But still the pale face of the Creature was seen,
Who cried from the car
“Dam in yooman bi gar!”
That is,–“What a sad set of villains you are!”

XLIV.

Howbeit, at some height,
He threw down quite a flight
Of Almanacks, wishing to set us all right–
And, thanks to the boon,
We shall see very soon
If Murphy knows most, or the Man in the Moon!