This tooth, thought he, I soon can draw,
And gain some credit from.
So lie the pincers took in hand,
And pull'd with might and main,
But these slipp'd off, we understand,
Which much increas'd the pain.
This made the Doctor cast about,
And muse — in doleful dumps :
If fast with large teeth drawing out,
What must I do with stumps?
He puzz'ling star'd ; next man, thought he,
I'll try the string again ;
The knack I've found most certainly
To do't with little palm
Continued on Plate 8