(Despite the malice,—plainly meant, I fear,
By this abrupt change of locality,—
The Square 's no such bad place to head and hang),
We had the titillation as we sat
Assembled, (quality in conclave, ha?)
Of, minute after minute, some report
How the slow show was winding on its way.
Now did a car run over, kill a man,
Just opposite a pork-shop numbered Twelve:
And bitter were the outcries of the mob