Note 506 — Chapter XXIX · LITERATURE, THE PRESS, ETC.
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Next plunged a feeble, but a desperate, pack, With each a sickly brother at his back; Sons of a day; just buoyant on the flood, Then numbered with the puppies in the mud. Ask ye their names? I could as soon disclose The names of these blind puppies as of those. And monumental brass this record bears, These are—ah—no—these were—the gazetteers.[506]