“Gee, Bright!
G’long, Buck!”
He shouted, hoarse with ire!
No; Eliphalet’s wedding journey none in candour could admire!
He had not gone fifteen miles with extended face forlorn,
When Night lay down upon him hard, and kept him there till morn;
And when the daylight chuckled at the gloom within his mind,
One ox was “Strayed or Stolen,” and the other hard to find.
So yoking Buck as usual, he assumed the part of Bright
(Constituting a menagerie diverting to the sight);