Sir Lawrence Peel

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Sir Lawrence Peel Horæ Nauseæ

Or an ark where man, beast, bird, and insect convene,
And each living creature on board is unclean.
II.
Should slumber miraculous seal up your eyes,
No chanticleer issues a summons to rise,
You’ve the music of hounds, and should that fail to vex,
It gives place to the sound of men swobbing the decks.
III.
In the stillness of night some fond fancies invade,
Perchance you may dream that some fair, favour’d maid
With delicate fingers is twining your hair,
And you wake to find cockroaches, not fingers, there.
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Sir Lawrence Peel Horæ Nauseæ

But in my opinion this reading, though ingenious, is not correct; the true sense of the expression is potatoes carried by water, that is, potatoes eaten at sea. Murphyius, however, that intemperate though erudite Hibernian critic, declares that it means any potato not Irish, which last alone, as he says, were free when dressed from superfluous moisture. He contends, that the potato esteemed by epicures was a mealy potato.
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