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    The weak must show beside the stronger As vermicelli does to conger v And after sundry broken crowns It don ' t need long ta gu $ 4 ? wfcfl drowns . The learned Grotius plainly sjioipp Nought ' s useful long that makes men fpea ;

    Things can't remain at sevens and sixes , And Steam at last must blow-up Taxes . Tax crush ' d and tithe-pig dead , behold How Science shall make iron , gold ; And bring that yellow beast to own Himself and family undone ;

    Till ragged boys with dirty » ps 0 Half-sovereign * tuck in cheese-fiil'd hose , While guinea rush-lights wink out farthipgs And ostrich plumes are cheap as starlings ; The miser on his death-bed wallows , And blacksmiths * dQg § wear golden collars . '

    Ages of Gold and virgin Silver Are flown , like Mother Goose and culver ; Brass snores in Fate ' s lap , so doth Iron , And Death their night-caps soon shall tie-on Now bursts o ' er earth a vigorous beam , And ushers in the Age of Steam ! So shall the bright Millennium ,

    Born of Steam ' s virtuous thunder-bomb , Descend at last and banish bane , Professions , tradesmen , care and pain ; Send Poverty with Wealth to snoozle , And morbid Fear ( whose ripe bamboozle Doth grow on high so luminous ) With Heau-ton-ti-mo-rumenos !

    Despair not , sons of Science , soon By aid of Steam to shoot the Moon , And fill her pock-marks and her seams With iron balls and bristling beams ; Till she roll on with phasing pain , Like Burnham wood to Dunsinane .

    Despair not , Steam , thosages flout , To turn the fat world inside out , And as a finisji tq the feat Make chaos of her sausage-meat ; For thou , strong Giant , Bhalt capsize Proverbs , turn'd belly up with Hep , Play dentist with the rustiest saws , Turning grey Fables to young Laws .

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    S 8 i The Aga of Steam .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1834, page 882, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2640/page/64/