Was that being of pomp and pride,
That, in spite of many attempts thereat,
He couldn't be push'd inside.
That being was press'd, but press'd in vain,
Till the drops bedew'd his cheek;
The gilded vehicle rock'd again,
And the springs began to creak.
The slumbering alderman groan'd a groan,
For in vision he seem'd to trace
Some horrible semblance to his own,