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The same [[italic]] advent'rous [[/italic]] GREEN, who t'other night, 
Left Hackney hills to visit realms of light, 
Who threw his ballast out near Hackney steeple, 
And nearly blinded all the gazing people; 
Who soar'd above the reach of human ken, 
Far, far beyond the "busy hum" of men, 
Who, while his car o'er Epping Forest rushes.  
Compares its mighty oaks to gooseberry bushes, 
The same [[italic]] advent'rous [[/italic]] GREEN, who, when his flight was over 
Alighted in a clover field, and [[italic]] thought [[/italic]] himself in clover.

But ah! his gas was spent alas!
  And gone was his inflation,
So down he laid upon the grass,
  In sad humiliation.

The Essex louts soon throng'd about,
  Our hero of the skies,
And as they tried to make him out,
  They star'd with wondering eyes.

At length old Farmer Clodpole* spied,
  The Aëronaut's balloon,
And wanted to be satisfied,
If GREEN came from the moon.
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[[footnote, continued from previous page?]] and military talents, he did not know where they lay. This, certainly looks like envy on the part of Mars; might it not be that his Grace is as good a General as his Godship? Two of a trade, they say, never agree.
  *This unfeeling Clodpole, certainly deserves the reprehension of
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"For look'ye, Mr. Lunatic,
  You've spoilt my field of clover,
Therefore depend on't here you'll stick,
  Till you the [[italic]] blunt [[/italic]] hand over."

"Indeed," cried GREEN, "'tis ticklish ground
  And 'gainst the rules on high,
To clap an Aëronaut in pound,
  Who, drops from yonder sky."

But vain was all his rhet'ric now,
  And sad, indeed his plight,
He wish'd to go, but knew not how,
  Old Clodpole held him tight.

'Ye high in pow'r, who guide the helm of state,
This moral learn from GREEN'S unwelcome fate:--
How high soe'er you lord it in the nation,
Prepare yourselves for future degradation.
For, when the [[italic]] gas [[/italic]] that puffs you up is gone,
And all your bags are empty--every one--
E'en Farmer Clodpole will be great as you,
And rig'rously will he exact his due!
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[[footnote, continued from previous page]] every lover of science; and we sincerely regret, that the adventurous aëronaut had it not in his power to have given the fellow a ride back with him to Hackney, in his balloon, in discharge of the supposed debt due to him for the damage done to his clover.
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Remember! GREEN, in his aerial pride
Was borne aloft, and elements defied;
But when he dropt in Clodpole's luckless field,
Lost was his pow'r, and he was forced to yield.

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