At least he pays no rent, and has best right
To be the first of what we used to call
“Gentlemen farmers”—a race worn out quite,
Since lately there have been no rents at all,
And “gentlemen” are in a piteous plight,
And “farmers” can’t raise Ceres from her fall:
She fell with Bonaparte,—What strange thoughts
Arise, when we see Emperors fall with oats!