So through the morn the noise of bustle roll'd
About the precincts of the Mansion House,
Until at last M'Arthur, the Lord Mayor,
Was with his Secretary left alone.
Then Mayor M'Arthur to Sir Soulsby spake:
"The sequel of to-day doth terminate
The goodliest series of civic jaunts
Whereof my mind holds record. Of a truth,
It was a glorious time! I think that I
Shall never more, in any future year,