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So, Hall McAllister, you'll not be warned -- / My protest slighted, admonition scorned! / To save your scoundrel client from a cell / As loth to swallow him as he to swell / Its sum of meals insurgent (it decries / All wars intestinal with meats that rise) / You turn your scurril tongue against the press / And damn the agency you ought to bless.
Had not the press with all its hundred eyes / Discerned the wolf beneath the sheep's disguise / And raised the cry upon him, he to-day / Would lack your company, and you would lack his pay.