│ │ │So oft exploding, 'twere no ill, │ │ │16│vacation │ Were they exploded altogether. │ ⚹ ♀ ♈ ♐ ♎ │ │ │ │ │ │ │17│gives a │But what are these? and what are those? │ ♊ ♀ │ │ │ │ Or all that thou, Oh, man! endurest? │ │ │18│rest to │Compar'd with those transcendant woes │ of January │ │ │ │ Experienced by the Sinecurist? │ │ │19│liti- │ │ and │ │ │ │Compell'd by eight o'clock to rise, │ │ │20│gation; │ By nine to get his breakfast o'er, │ commencing │ │ │ │And leave some bit that gourmands prize, │ │ │21│while │ Because the stage is at the door. │ ♄ ☌ ☽ │ │ │ │ │ │ │22│happy │And when the coachman sets him down │ as the │ │ │ │ At Treasury or Navy Pay, │ │ │23│they on │His toil begins,—but I'll explain │ learned │ │ │ │ How hard he works from day to day. │ │ │24│quarter │ │ │ │ │ │Five weary hours he stands or sits, │ │ │25│day, │ Or fidgets till he gets the vapours; │ ☍ ♈ ♀ ⚹ ♊ │ │ │ │And then to chase the _ennui_ fits, │ │ │26│who're │ He picks his teeth, or reads the papers.│ │ │ │ │ │ have it, │ │27│not │Perhaps his name full twenty times │ │ │ │ │ He writes, or writes a page of figures; │ │ │28│obliged │Until are heard the welcome chimes, │ ☌ ♈ ♒ ♄ ⚹ │ │ │ │ Which end the toil of these white │ │ │ │ │ Niggers. │ │ │29│to run │ │ ♋ ☋ ♅ │ │ │ │The fate of him who digs the mine, │ │ │30│away! │ Compar'd to this, is children's play; │_ab initio_,│ │ │ │Then, ah! how cruel 'tis to sneer, │ │ │ │ │ And call his life a holiday. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │Ah! radicals: ye little know │ │ │ │ │ 'Bout what it is ye make a clamour; │ │ │ │ │Go, thank your stars you drag a truck, │ │ │ │ │ Or only wield a blacksmith's hammer. │ │ └──┴──────────┴──────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘ THE SERVANT OF ALL WORK. "He HOOD if he could."