If it be true man's tongue is like a steed,
Which bears his mind,--why then, none wonder need,
That Timlin's tongue can run at such a rate,
Because it only carries--feather weight.
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When Timlin speaks, his voice so shrill and loud
Fills with amazement all the list'ning crowd;
But soon the wonder ceases, when 'tis found
That empty vessels make the greatest sound.
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PUNCH'S PENCILLINGS.--No. XVII.
[Illustration: SIR ROBERT MACAIRE