And was not Bernard his own Nervous Man?
Lastly, don’t Farley, a bewildered elf,
Quake at the Pantomime he loves to cater,
And ere its changes ring, transform himself?—
A frightful mug of human delf?
A spirit-bottle—empty of “the cratur”?
A leaden-platter ready for the shelf?
A thunderstruck dumb-waiter?
XII.
To clench the fact,