Chapter 28

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌⁠God bless our King and Parliament,

And send he may make such knaves repent!

Loyal Songs against the Rump Parliament.

Ho, treachery! my guards, my cimeter!

BYRON.

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌⁠When the irreverent Mr. Pepper had warmed his hands sufficiently to be able to transfer them from the fire, he lifted the right palm, and with an indecent jocularity of spirits, accosted the ci-devant ornament of “The Asinaeum” with a sounding