To those who Hastings News
Did yesterday peruse
And wondered what a letter there did mean
This curt impromtu ditty
More free, perhaps, than witty
Without their leave, has dedicated been
It, doubtless has affinity
With our "West end latinity
Which dares to rob a multum of its t
And thus the grand old much
When minus of a crutch,
Is muletized, as anyone may see.
Where did they learn their latin,
er case and press and "platen?"
or did they get it from the k-mino breed
Dog-latin may be fine
But mulam, how divine!
To such as multum ne'er can print nor read.
A son of T.B. Brett-
just then the printer's pet-
Ten years of age, or somewhere there about.
Nor much had been to school
He was the little mule
Wis muletized the multum, out and out.
But oldermen of letters
professedly his his betters.
Did very soon the grand mistake discern,
And felt or feigned distress
whilst shouting stop the press
This mongrel of a mulem let's outturn.
Do no such thing said one,
For whats the hybrid done
To be thus turned adrift by our P.D.
We'll do a thing much better-
Ay interpose a letter
And suit the word and meaning to a "t"
