REJECTEDWhen Dr. Charles O'Donnell diedThey sank a box with him inside.The plate with his initials threeWas simply graven—"C.O.D."That night two demons of the PitAdown the coal-hole shunted it.Ten million million leagues it fell,Alighting at the gate of Hell.Nick looked upon it with surprise,A night-storm darkening his eyes."They've sent this rubbish, C.O.D.—I'll never pay a cent!" said he.
When Dr. Charles O'Donnell diedThey sank a box with him inside.The plate with his initials threeWas simply graven—"C.O.D."That night two demons of the PitAdown the coal-hole shunted it.Ten million million leagues it fell,Alighting at the gate of Hell.Nick looked upon it with surprise,A night-storm darkening his eyes."They've sent this rubbish, C.O.D.—I'll never pay a cent!" said he.