And went in his own little chamber to bed.
Then, as Evening gave way to the Shadows of Night,
Their Watchman, the Glowworm, came out with a light.
Then Home let us hasten, while yet we can see,
For no watchman is waiting for you and for me.
So said little Robert, and pacing along,
His merry Companions return’d in a throng.
[p24] THE
FANCY FAIR;
OR,
GRAND GALA
OF THE
ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS.
Some years are elapsed, and some worthies are gone,