A laugh,—a freshman's stare,—
Or a gent so bland, when I ask him to stand
While I carve him his portrait there.
"Wire! wire! wire!
In the sound of S. Mary's chimes,
Wire! wire! wire!
As specials wire to the Times!
Hair, and shoulder, and brow,
Brow, and shoulder, and hair,
Till the trick is done, and I pocket the coin,