Who has struggled up the stony, gullied hills;
And his dorsal corrugations show the nature of
his rations,
—When he stops, he has to lean against the
thills.
Here’s obituary notice of the stage,
Chief of hopeless and dilapidated wrecks;
With the cracked enamel awning, and its cush-
ions ripped and yawning,
And the body bumping down upon the “ex.”