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The Aristocracy Of Feudal Parchment Has Passed Away With A Mighty Rushing, And Now, By A Natural Course, We Arrive At Aristocracy Of The Money-bag.

When The Oak Is Felled The Whole Forest Echoes With It Fall, But A Hundred Acorns Are Sown In Silence By An Unnoticed Breeze.

Oh, Give Us The Man Who Sings At His Work.

Man's Earthly Interests,'are All Hooked And Buttoned Together, And Held Up, By Clothes.

Respectable Professors Of The Dismal Science.