He flourishes his umbrella in my face, and bursts out in the following alarming way”:—
Am I Right for Colney Hatch?
I.
Man of Mammon, e’er we part
Read the words upon my heart;
Or, if that has left my breast,
Go to Rome and read the rest.
By my vesper-breathing watch
Am I right for Colney Hatch?
II.