Thy rival staggers: come and spy her

Deep in the mud as thou art in the mire.

So saying, in his arms he caught the beaming one,

And crossing Russell Street,

He placed him on his feet

'Neath Covent Garden dome. Sudden a sound,

As of the bricklayers of Babel, rose:

Horns, rattles, drums, tin trumpets, sheets of copper,

Punches and slaps, thwacks of all sorts and sizes,

From the knobb'd bludgeon to the taper switch,[28]