I was discussing oysters with a crony: GOD sent to me the angels DIN and DONI. "An man of spunk," they urged, "would hardly choose To breakfast every day chez Laperouse." "No!" I replied, "h would not do so, BUT Think of his woe if Laperouse were shut! "I eat these oysters and I drink this wine Solely to drown this misery of mine. "Yet the last height of consolation's cold: Its pinnacle is-not to be consoled! "And though I sleep with Janefore and Eleanor "And Julian only fixes in my mind Even before feels better than behind. "You are Mercurial spirits-be so kind As to enable me to raise the wind. "Put me in LAYLAH'S arms again: the Accurst, Leaving me that. elsehow may do his worst." DONI and DIN, perceiving me inspired, Conceived their task was finished: they retired. I turned upon my friend, and, breaking bounds, Borrowed a trifle of two hundred pounds.