He’d home to dress, and take him on his way;
And John, rigg’d out in his Best Coat and Feather,
Waited for Ward, and off they went together.
The Commandant, with every wish to please,
Scouted those chilling forms that banish’d ease;
Tho’ plac’d in Power, Dignity, and Trust,
Was kind to all, and to the Service Just.
The dinner o’er, the festive glass did flow,
John found himself a little queer or so;
Felt too, a sort of swimming in his head,