Thus sad,—Thy going seem'd to beat
A muffled drum for Fun's retreat!
XIV.
And, may be—'tis no time to smother
A sigh, when two prime wags of London
Are gone—thou, Joseph, one,—the other
A Joe!—"sic transit gloria Munden!"
A third departure some insist on,—
Stage-apoplexy threatens Liston!—
XV.