“Haw, Buck!
Gee, Bright!
Derned pretty mess!”
No; Eliphalet was not strictly a spectacular success.
He had not gone a ten-mile when a wheel demurely broke,
A disunited family of felloe, hub, and spoke;
It joined, with flattering prospects, the Society of Wrecks;
And he had to cut a sapling, and insert it ’neath the “ex.”
So he ploughed the hills and valleys with that Doric wheel and tire,
Feeling that his wedding journey was not all he could desire.