But who can describe his dismay or fear,
When the donkey rear'd up, and bray'd loud in his ear!
"You rascal get down,—John, Edward, or Dick!
Where are you? make haste, and come here with a stick."
The man roared—the guests laugh'd—the dog bark'd—the bell rung:
Coals, poker, and tongs, at the donkey were flung,
Till the blows and the kicks, with combined demonstration,
Convinced him that this was a bad speculation;
So, mortified deeply, his footsteps retrod he,
Hurt much in his mind, but still more in his body.