Trick after trick deludes the train. 20
He shakes his bag, he shows all fair;
His fingers spread, and nothing there;
Then bids it rain with showers of gold;
And now his ivory eggs are told;
But, when from thence the hen he draws, 25
Amazed spectators hum applause.
Vice now stept forth, and took the place,
With all the forms of his grimace.
‘This magic looking-glass,’ she cries,