To Joseph Vale Asbury

Acrostic

Judgements are about us thoroughly; O'er all Enfield hangs the Cholera, Savage monster, none like him Ever rack'd a human limb. Pest, nor plague, nor fever yellow, Has made patients more to bellow.

Vain his threatnings! Asbury comes, And defiance beats by drums; Label, bottle, box, pill, potion, Each enlists in the commotion.

And with Vials, like to those Seen in Patmos, charged with woes, Breathing Wrath, he falls pell-mell Upon the Foe, and pays him well. Revenge!--he has made the monster sick Yea, Cholera vanish, choleric.