foundation."--_Any Money-article; any day._]

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There is little that goads us with fiercer despair
(Those who buy, you perpend, stock, debenture or share,
Such as speculate mainly; investors are rare--)
Than this growl ill-conditioned of pestilent Bear!

With a craftiness planned and a malice unfair,
Improvising a scare unsubstantial as air--
Now it's "war," now "disease," and the world must prepare
For the death of, say, GOULD, or a Chilian flare;

Or the "cutting of rates:" I am quite unaware
What it means, I declare, but it's "cutting," I swear,
To a person like me, not a flush millionaire
Who must "realise" scrip,--and the canker of care.

It would seem, we could e'er so conveniently spare
From a world too competitive, blarneyed with blare,
Both the Yankee of Wall-Street, his London _confrère_,
And all criers of "Lost!" when no losses are there;

All the wreckers, whose lair is secure past compare,
All who batten on bones with a maw debonair,
And the carcase of Poverty torture and tear
With historical fraud, and benevolent glare.

Who will join me in sport that is novel--who'll dare