Your seat waits you on the top of an Omnibuse Proletariat.
I shall be there.
You will embrace me as a shipwrecked man embraces a log. You will be "dam glad t' see me."
I shall grin.
Oh Life! Oh Death! Oh Power! Oh Toil! Oh Hope! Oh Stars! Oh Honour! Oh Lodgings! Oh Fog! Oh Omnibuses! Oh Despair! Oh Skittles!
FOOTNOTES:
[8] "Turnovers," Vol. VIII.