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Podagra et PauperAuthor(s): John HannonSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 38, No. 442 (Apr., 1910), p. 214Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20502792 .

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L 2I4 I

PODAGRA ET PAUPER

I am " tied to the house." Shall I ever get out ? Some wandering, unemployed goblins of Gout Have called and brought thumbscrew and pincers to play On the sensitive Chief of my doigts de pied!

O Golden Leg of Miss Kilmansegg! You were sordid, perhaps, but you couldn't be sore. Stout oaken peg of old Silas Wegg! From your acorn days you were numb to the core.

Old 2Fsop taught (and the doctrine was pleasant) That Podagra recoiled from the toes of the Peasant. " Cast but a stone, and the Giant flies," Sang a moderner bard-have they both told lies ?

My diet is sparing, my pedigree's rural, Yet Dives' complaint keeps e'en me intramural. My ancestors quaffed neither port nor much porter: Where's the reason (or rhyme !) of this lithia water ?

What a clinical change terminations may make! "Chacun a son godt "-and we dine to our taste; "Chacun a SA GOUTTE "-and we're wrapped to the waist In furlongs of flannel and ache, ache, ache.

So 'tis I would be a merman bold, In a dim coral cave, with a lute of gold: I'd dance to the wavelets' ripple and flow

On the tip of my tail, with never a toe . . .

O-o-o-oh !!

I am tired of the house. Ah, let me get out! Avaunt, ye gratuitous goblins of Gout, Who have come and brought thumbscrew and Pincers to play On the woebegone Chief of my doigts de pied !

JOHN HANNON.

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