"Try lower down, young man," he cried, and began to close the Gate—
"Hi, here, old fellah," said Kiplingson, "by Jingo! just you wait—
"I've heaps of Criticisms here, to show my claims are true,
That I'm 'cute in almost everything, and have probed Creation through!"
"And what have you found?" the Saint inquired, a frown on his face benign—
"The Flag of England!" cried Kiplingson, "and the thin black penny-a-line!
"Wherever the Flag of England waves, down go all other flags;
Wherever the thin black line is spread, the Bulldog bites and brags!. . .
"O Gawd, beware of the Jingo's wrath! the Journals of Earth are mine!
Across the plains of the earth still creeps the thin black penny-a-line!
"For wherever the Flag of England waves"—but here, we grieve to state,
His voice was drown'd in a thunder-crash, for the Saint bang'd-to the Gate!
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