Coronet, Crosier and Mitre, in grand semicircle inclining,
Tier over tier they took their place, aloft in the distance,
Far as the sight could pierce, Stars, Garters, and Gold Sticks.
From among the throng bless’d, all full dress’d, in a Field Marshal’s uniform,
Rose one, with a bow serene, who, aloft, took his station;
Before him the others crouched down, all inclining in concert,
Bent like a bull-rush sea, with a wide and a manifold motion:
There he stood in the mid’st alone; and in front was the presence,
With periwig curling and gay, and a swallow-cut coat tail.
Hear ye of long ears! Lo! in that place was Canning,[71]