parts.' Anthony to-day, Scrub to-morrow." THE DUST ABOUT THE GOLD DUST. A _lac_ of lost rupees might make The loser cry, "_alack!_" But think upon their grief who're robb'd Of gold, and by the sack! And what a dust they did kick up To get their _gold dust_ back! To rob two British merchants thus Did wicked Jews combine; They knew that gold dust had arriv'd, And what house did consign: Said each, "Since from the _mine_ it comes, I'll make some of it _mine_!" With firm right-hand a bad Clerk forg'd The write-hand of the Firm: The Customs gave the box (where was Reflection, then, O _Sturm_!) And all the bags of gold, inside, Were bagg'd, like briefs in Term. They cabb'd the booty all away, That boots might leave no tracks; Then lugg'd the sacks out, one by one, And laid them on their backs: And marshall'd them all in a row, Like troops of Marshal Saxe! They hid them in the pot-house low Of Moses—"fence," and "do;" For wealth amass'd, 'tis doubtful how, Call'd "_Money_ Moses," too; The world gave him that _Christian_ name, Because he was a _Jew_! Now _Moses_ had a daughter, dark, A damsel all discreet, He gave the gold into her _hands_, And she perform'd the _feat_ Of selling it to a goldsmith Jew, Another wicked cheat! Into the goldsmith's crucible The bag of ore she thrust; Then, as the dust dissolv'd, she cried, "Come, down, now, with _your_ dust!" And he, all in the _melting_ mood, Said, "I suppose I must." At once some _pounds_ for every _ounce_ He paid upon the spot; A shining ingot soon was turn'd Out of the melting-pot. A precious scrape the Jew _got in_, All through that same _ingot_. For 'mong the thieves divisions rose, Like vinegar with oil, They disagreed—for one would still The other rob and foil: And all their deep-laid schemes were _spoil'd_ In sharing out the _spoil_. At last, of their dissentient rows, A '_peach_ became the _fruit_, One Jew, in jew-rious, blabb'd about The dust and the dispute: The gang were taken, and the law Fell _cute_ to prosecute.