Trick’d out with plates of silver,
And silver embroidery fine,
Upon the black ground the silver
The grandest effect produced.
The carriage was drawn by six horses,
In coal-black trappings disguised,
That fell, like funeral mantles,
Down even to their hoofs.
Behind the coffin were crowded
The servants in liveries black,
Their snow-white handkerchiefs holding
Before their sorrowing face.
The people of rank in the city,
In long procession form’d
Of black and showy coaches,
Totter’d along behind.
In this grand fun’ral procession,
Remember, were also found
The noble lords of the Council,
And yet they were not complete.
The one was missing, whose fancy
Was pheasant and truffles to eat;
An attack of indigestion
Had lately carried him off.
13. THE WHIMS OF THE AMOROUS.
(A true story, repeated after old documents and reproduced in excellent rhyme.)
Upon the hedge the beetle sits sadly,
He has fallen in love with a lady-fly madly.
O fly of my soul, ’tis thou alone
Art the wife I have chosen to be my own.