What Coroners would call an awkward job,
He glare’d, all horror-struck and grim,—
Paler than Paris-plaister!
His hair stuck up, like bristles on a pig;—
So Garrick look’d, when he perform’d Macbeth;
Who, ere he entered, after Duncan’s death,
Rumple’d his wig.
The Knight cried, “Follow me!”—with strange grimaces;
The Man arose,—
And began “sacrificing to the Graces,”[9]