seat that is constantly sliding.

Institutions are changed, men and manners
deranged, new systems of rowing and reading,

And writing and thinking, and eating and drinking,
each other are quickly succeeding.

Who knows to what end these new notions will
tend? No doubt all the world is progressing,

For Kenealy and Odgers, those wide-awake dodgers,
the wrongs of mankind are redressing.

No doubt we shall soon take a trip to the moon,
if we need recreation or frolic;

Or fly to the stars in the New Pullman Cars,
when we find the dull earth melancholic.

We shall know the delights of enjoying our
_rights_ without any _duties_ to vex us;

We shall know the unknown; the Philosopher's
stone shall be ours, and no problems perplex us;

For all shall be patent, no mysteries latent;
man's mind by intuitive notion,

The circle shall square, _x_ and _y_ shall declare,