No spicy "change" now waits for the down mail,
For, woe is me! the "Bristol's" on the "rail."
No longer now is heard the busy din
In the full yard that marks the prosperous inn;
Unheard is now the watching ostler's call;
The only "pair" is weary of the stall.
Silent the joke of "boots," ne'er known to fail;
The keeper's whistle and the postboy's tale.
No waiter now bestirs him for the nonce,
To answer fifty summonses at once;