The _Pupils_ dear, them sweet young men, I vow they wrote on vellum; A letter to the Doctors _big_, And got my cerebellum. As for my hair--the auburn hair, You used to love so well; Alas! it’s gone to deck the head, Of _lovely Mrs. B-ll_. My very liver and my lungs, E’en them were not forgot; But given to them cruel men, _Long J-hns-n_ and _Page Sc-tt_. I thought I should have lost a rib, And many other stores; But Doctor _Ev-ns_ took instead, A _rib_ from Brazen-doors. To say where my soft kidneys are, The _Newspapers_ will tell; Therefore you need not ring at night, At “Doctor _Engl-nd’s_ Bell.” To boil me down--did Doctor _Pure_, _Affirm_ ’twould be a sin; And then Old _J-rv-s_ wink’d his eye, And _swore_ he’d tan my skin. I can’t tell where my head is gone, But _M-lls_ and _N-ch-ls_ can; Also my trunk which is to go, By _M-n-ym-nt’s_ night-van. I wish you’d go to Mr. M. And save me such a ride; “I don’t half like the _outside_ place, They’ve took for my _inside_.” “The cock it crows--I must be gone! My William we must part! But I’ll be yours in death--altho’ _Sweet N-rg-te_ has my heart.” “Don’t go to weep upon my grave, And think that there I be; They hav’n’t left an atom there, Of my _anatomie_.” _BERRY, PRINTER, NORWICH_