There first for thee my passion grew, Sun, moon, and thou, vain world, adieu, THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE niversity of Gottingen, GEORGE CANNING. FRIEND OF HUMANITY. NEEDY knife-grinder! whither are you going? So have your breeches ' Weary knife-grinder! little think the proud ones, Tell me, knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives? Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the squire for killing of his game? or All in a lawsuit ? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, KNIFE-GRINDER. Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir; Constables came up for to take me into FRIEND OF HUMANITY. niversity of Gottingen, I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned Wretch whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance, Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded, Spiritless outcast! I should be glad to drink your honor's health in Kicks the knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.] GEORGE CANNING. |