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ODE TO H. BODKIN, ESQ. by THOMAS HOOD

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First Line: HAIL, KING OF SHREDS AND PATCHES, HAIL
Last Line: WITH A BARE BODKIN END?

SECRETARY TO THE SOCIETY FOR THE SUPPRESSION OF MENDICITY.

HAIL, King of Shreds and Patches, hail,
Disperser of the Poor!
Thou Dog in office, set to bark
All beggars from the door!

Great overseer of overseers,
And Dealer in old rags!
Thy public duty never fails,
Thy ardour never flags!

"Oh, when I take my walks abroad,
How many Poor" -- I @3miss!@1
Had Doctor Watts walk'd now-a-days
He would have written this!

So well thy Vagrant-catchers prowl,
So clear thy caution keeps
The path -- O, Bodkin, sure thou hast
The eye that never sleeps!

No Belisarius pleads for alms,
No Benbow, lacking legs;
The pious man in black is now
The only man that begs!

Street-Handels are disorganised,
Disbanded every band! --
The silent @3scraper@1 at the door
Is scarce allow'd to stand!

The Sweeper brushes with his broom,
The Carstairs with his chalk
Retires, -- the Cripple leaves his stand,
But cannot sell his walk.

The old Wall-blind resigns the wall,
The Camels hide their humps,
The Witherington without a leg
Mayn't beg upon his stumps!

Poor Jack is gone, that used to doff
His batter'd tatter'd hat,
And show his dangling sleeve, alas!
There seem'd no 'arm in that!

Oh! was it such a sin to air
His true blue naval rags,
Gloy's own trophy, like St. Paul,
Hung round with holy flags!

Thou knowest best. I meditate,
My Bodkin, no offence!
Let us, henceforth, but nurse our pounds,
Thou dost protect our pence!

Well art thou pointed 'gainst the Poor,
For, when the Beggar Crew
Bring their petitions, thou art paid,
Of course, to "run them through."

Of course thou art, what Hamlet meant
To wretches the last friend;
What ills can mortals have, they can't
With a bare @3Bodkin@1 end?



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