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314 To cabbage a spark of Promethean fire, Which they placed in a German doll latticed with wire, And formed of the scarecrow a Dandy divine, But mum about tailors—I haven’t paid mine.

And for this, little Brummagem mounts with a smile His own hackney buggy, and dashes in style From some livery stable to Cato’s52 Hotel, And though ’tis a desperate task to be striving With these sons of John Bull in the science of driving, We have still a few Jockies who do it as well.

There are two, “par example,” ’tis joy to behold,
 * With their Haytian grooms trotting graceful behind them,

In their livery jackets of blue, green, and gold,
 * Their bright varnished hats and the laces that bind them:

The one’s an Adonis, who, since the sad day
 * That he shot at himself53 has been courted no more;

The other’s a name it were treason to say,
 * A very great man—with “two lamps54 at his door.”

H.