Part 4 — THE EMPTY BOTTLE. WILLIAM AYTOUN
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Ah, liberty! how like thou art To this large bottle lying here, Which yesterday from foreign mart, Came filled with potent English beer!
A touch of steel—a hand—a gush— A pop that sounded far and near— A wild emotion—liquid rush— And I had drunk that English beer!
And what remains?—An empty shell! A lifeless form both sad and queer, A temple where no god doth dwell— The simple memory of beer!
THE DEATH OF DOCTOR MORRISON. BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.
What's the news?—Why, they say Death has killed Dr. Morrison. The Pill-maker? Yes. Then Death will be sorry soon.