Like an Umbrella ripen’d.

Over the way a waggon

Stand with six smoking horses, shrinking, blinking,

While in the George and Dragon

The man is keeping himself dry—and drinking!

The Butcher’s boy skulks underneath his tray,

Hats shine—shoes don’t—and down droop collars,

And one blue Parasol cries all the way

To school, in company with four small scholars!