Ae Day, As Death, That Grusome Carl, Was Driving To The Tither Warl' A Mixtie-Maxtie Motley Squad, And Mony A Guilt-Bespotted Lad; Black Gowns Of Each Denomination, And Thieves Of Every Rank And Station, From Him That Wears The Star And Garter, To Him That Wintles In A Halter: Asham'D Himsel' To See The Wretches, He Mutters, Glowrin' At The Bitches, "By G--D, I'll Not Be Seen Behint Them, Nor 'Mang The Sp'Ritual Core Present Them, Without, At Least, Ae Honest Man, To Grace This D--D Infernal Clan." By Adamhill A Glance He Threw, "L--D G--D!" Quoth He, "I Have It Now, There'S Just The Man I Want, I' Faith!" And Quickly Stoppit Rankine'S Breath.