By which your lottery news he flogs.”
“Yes, that is true,
But what’s to do?”
Replied the man to Mister Boggs.
Then Mister Boggs let down his brows,
And with a long deep knowing wink,
Said, “Hosses travel mighty fast,
But ther air faster things, I think;
An’ kerrier-pidgings, as you know,
Kin find their way thro’ storm and fogs: