What Mr. Tupper Thinks about Man-Eating

Ease off a bit, neighbor! hear reason and right,
     You'd better hear me than to talk;
I'm sure that I am, and I think you are bright, 
     So we'll come pretty near the same chalk.
My answer is, Yes! and my answer is, No!
     Then listen to me, as you must,
While I make sort o' so look sort o' not so, 
     Till all own my judgment as just.

Who would not rejoice were your shores of FEJEE,
     Your fingers so fine with tattoo, 
Unsoiled by a cannibal's man-fricassee, 
     Ungreased by a baby-ragout?
And who will not hope that your Fejeean name 
      (If without any fussing it can,)
May soon be delivered from sin and from shame,
     As roaster and eater of man!
Yet we fear for your stomachs, there’s peril and wrong
     
THIRD and FOURTH STANZAS UNTRANSCRIBED AT THIS TIME

Aye, friend, if you'd lessen this man-eating curse,
     Just begin t’other side of the globe,
?? ?? ?? ?? so tough that a root were no worse,
     And they’ll quit of themselves, we may hope!
For gently by taxes, and slyly by stealth, 
     In hunger more keen than the knife,
Britannia's mission s' the Cannibal's health,
     His guard against eating his wife!

Polynesia's man-barbecues dropped by degrees, 
     Part eaten, and famished a part,
Will teach the grave Yankees, far over the seas, 
     Of gradual repentance the art: 
While as for the sad mothers' children forlorn,
     No longer for shame let it be 
Henceforward, that any fat babe can be born 
     To roast on the soil of Fejee!

These, these be the means for approaching an end
     To the use of the faggot and skewer,
The roast and the roasted alike to befriend, 
     And the feeder's strange yeal to assure.
Anti-cannibal? Yes! it is wise, it is right, 
     If you only eat on while you can;
Anti-cannibal? No! it is folly and blight, 
     If we can't have another roast man!