* Licensed Victuallers' Association.
Of Hope, who keeps the Anchor bar
And vendeth flowing bowls
(My feet have often been that far
And anchored fast their soles)
Mark how he bustles, snorts, and spits—
His brow he mops and wipes,
And though I couldn't praise his hits,
I'll gladly praise his "swipes;"
Of Corks, who funked the second ball,