E'en Bessy's self, so long the bar's fair boast,
The cookmaid's envy, and the bagman's toast,
Whose winning smile was so well known to fame
That for a ray each traveller duly came,—
E'en she—so hopeless, Hounslow, is thy case—
Hath packed her traps and bolted from her place.
A time there was, ere railroads came in force,
When every mile of ground maintained its horse;
Coach after coach then rattled briskly by,
"Live and let live" was then the wholesome cry.