Had mutilated the least bit about him.

Of high Arabian pedigree,

Father of many four-foot babes was he;

And sweet hoof’d Beauties still would he be rumpling;

But, counting five and twenty from his birth,

At grass for life, unwieldy in the girth,

He had obtain’d, alas! the name of Dumpling.

Now, at the postern stood the gay old Charger;

Saddle’d, and house’d,—in full caparison!—

Now on his back,—no rider larger,—