‘As for this French Machine, with its obliquities,
‘T——r shall find it room with my Antiquities.’
Then graceful fingering the bit of Felt,
His condescending smiles around him dealt—
‘Tho’ this poor Crown is something worn and Flat,
‘Still ’tis a precious morsel of old Hat;
‘And as to aged relics I am partial,
‘’Twill suit my purpose better than the Marshal.
‘You, gallant Colonel, shall appointed be,}
‘In my establishment, an Equerry,}