Behold the picture of the man who chews!
A human squirt-gun on the world let loose.
A foe to neatness, see him in the streets,
His surcharged mouth endangering all he meets.
The dark saliva, drizzling from his chin,
Betrays the nature of the flood within.
Where, then, O where, shall Neatness hope to hide
From this o'erwhelming of the blackened tide?
Shall she seek shelter in the house of prayer?
A hundred squirting mouths await her there.
The same foul scene she's witnessed oft before,--
A _solemn cud_ is laid at every door!
The vile spittoon finds place in many a pew,
As if one part of worship were to _chew_!
[Illustration: THE CHEWER.]