The Braves each novelty, reflecting, saw,
And now and then growled out the earnest "Yaw."
And now the time is come, 't is understood,
When, having seen and thought so much, a talk may do some good.
A well-dressed mob have thronged the sight to greet,
And motley figures throng the spacious street;
Majestical and calm through all they stride,
Wearing the blanket with a monarch's pride;
The gazers stare and shrug, but can't deny
Their noble forms and blameless symmetry.