The maim’d, the aged, who belined the street;
Who with huzzas the noble stranger greet:
Among the townsfolk, marching in the line,
A hornpipe-dancer, bacchus’d up with wine—
Or some commodity—with healthful pride,
Timed out his joy with his Brazilian hide.
Some gentle ladies, at a branching street,
Had (’midst some evergreens, arrang’d so neat
As to attract Lord Arnold’s searching eye)
Affix’d a sentence—which was, by-the-bye,