And gay Lantern Jack he never came back that night from the Capstan Bar!
(Terrific applause, as every one thinks it is over. Great disappointment of the Audience when the C. P., after bowing low, holds up his hand as a token that he will try their patience a few moments longer. He gives a deep sigh, and in a low plaintive voice recites the remainder.)
Ah! our tale is told! But we oft come here and gaze on the haunted mill,
For the noxious nugget no longer chirps and the captious carp is still!
When the gaping grampus is all forlorn and the muffineers are beat,
When the scallywag, with his carpet-bag, refuses to drink or eat,
When the careful crumpet no longer tries to plunder the Pullman car,
When the day is past and the tide runs fast—we weep for the Capstan Bar!
(A whirlwind of applause, during which the C. P. retires, jumps into a cab, just catches the mail train, and is in London before the Vicar and the good people of Sniggerton have quite decided who was the Author of the notable Poem they had heard recited.)