’Tis strange how like a very dunce,
	Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
	Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he
	Has had, till lately, of Phrenology—
	A science that by simple dint of
	Head-combing he should find a hint of,
	When scratching o’er those little pole-hills
	The faculties throw up like mole hills.

Hood.