Idlers to wit-no Guardians some,

Of Tattlers in a squeeze; Ramblers in heavy carts and vans, Spectators up in trees.

Butchers on backs of butchers' hacks,

That shambled to and fro !

Bakers intent upon a buck,
Neglectful of the dough!

Change Alley Bears to speculate,
As usual for a fall;

And green and scarlet runners, such
As never climbed a wall!

'Twas strange to think what difference
A single creature made;
A single stag had caused a whole
Stagnation in their trade.

Now Huggins from his saddle rose,
And in the stirrups stood;

And lo! a little cart that came
Hard by a little wood.

In shape like half a hearse-though not For corpses in the least;

For this contained the deer alive,

And not the dear deceased!

And now began a sudden stir,

And then a sudden shout,

The prison doors were opened wide,
And Robin bounded out!

His antlered head shone blue and red,
Bedecked with ribbons fine;

Like other bucks that comes to 'list
The hawbucks in the line.

One curious gaze of mild amaze,
He turned and shortly took :
Then gently ran adown the mead,
And bounded o'er the brook.

Now Huggins, standing far aloof,
Had never seen the deer,

Till all at once he saw the beast
Come charging in his rear.

Away he went, and many a score
Of riders did the same,

On horse and ass-like High and Low
And Jack pursuing Game!

Good Lord! to see the riders now,
Thrown off with sudden whirl,
A score within the purling brook,
Enjoyed their "early purl."

A score were sprawling on the grass,
And beavers fell in showers;
There was another Floorer there,

Beside the Queen of Flowers!

Some lost their stirrups, some their whips, Some had no caps to show :

But few, like Charles at Charing Cross,

Rode on in Statue quo.

"O dear! O dear!" now might you hear,

"I've surely broke a bone;"

"My head is sore "-with many more

Such Speeches from the Thrown.

Howbeit their wailings never moved

The wide Satanic clan,

Who grinned, as once the Devil grinned,
To see the fall of Man.