Oh, what an age is this! how very wonderful and new!
Our bridges once were always square, now half are built askew.
Our horses once were taught to draw a something at their tails,
A coach, or cart, or gig—but now, another mode prevails;
The horse is trained to stand within a carriage of his own,
And while he eats a bit of hay some forty miles are done.
There are wonders upon wonders whichever way one peeps;
They say our poor are starving, yet, Lascars are turned to sweeps.
Our cattle-shows are wonders too—the fat out-weighs the meat,