Now Merdle this day having toss’d with his horns
The bears that were pulling so hard at the stocks,
And gored every bull that was treading his corns,
Had lined all his pockets with “plenty of rocks,”
And home now was driving at “two forty” speed,
Where dinner was waiting–“a jolly good feed.”
Himself feeling happy, he knew by my looks,
A case full of sadness and deep destitution
Was present in person, not read of in books,
Appealing in pity for an alms institution.
(Horatio Alger Jr)
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