Off they go, all bleeding and raw,—
But the public seems to get the lock-jaw,
So little is said on the matter!
CXX.
Legs, the tightest that ever were seen,
The tightest, the lightest, that danced on the green,
Cutting capers to sweet Kitty Clover;
Shatter'd, scatter'd, cut, and bowl'd down,
Off they go, worse off for renown,
A line in the Times, or a talk about town,