Charles Astor Bristed,
Anacreontics
(1872)
“ I AM lying, Johnston, lying—not like "Gemmen of the Press," Although in 'Sheets' I'm lying—that's because I cannot dress. I have got the Rheumatism very badly in one leg, Worse than any other ism, and I cannot move a peg, And I lie and groan in anguish, and can hardly even read, And my shattered spirits languish, and I'm very weak indeed. I am lying, Johnston, lying—so I cannot walk to thee, To the glorious punchifying, where the merry fellows be; Where the painters all are tippling the most picturesque of punches ”
