The Groom replied—"Then take the Bride!
I think it's all she's worth!"
["DANSER SUR UN VULCAN"]
Now goeth forth the Swell elite,
With patent leathers on his feet;
With collar spotless, cuffs to suit,
In truth bon-ton, from hat to boot.
A bootblack, with an eye to biz,
With dirty hands and ugly phiz,