Dire the rage of warfare and contending crickets, Quixote and great Magog; when Whittington advancing--"Good, my friends and warriors, headlong on the foe bear down impetuous." He spoke, and waving high the mighty rod, tipped wonderful each bull, at which more fierce the creatures bellowed, while enchantment drear devoured their vitals.

And all had gone to wreck in more than mortal strife, unless, like Neptune orient from the stormy deep, I rose, e'en towering o'er the ruins of my fighting troops.

Serene and calm I stood, and gazed around undaunted; nor did aught oppose against my foes impetuous.

But sudden from chariot purses plentiful of fudge poured forth, and scattered it amain o'er all the crowd contending.

As when old Catherine or the careful Joan doth scatter to the chickens bits of bread and crumbs fragmented, while rejoiced they gobble fast the proffered scraps in general plenty and fraternal peace, and "hush," she cries, "hush! hush!".