By a policeman going his round.
Punch 1844.
The above poem was accompanied by a spirited, and very comical illustration, showing the worthy Alderman strapped on the bare-backed steed, which is urging on his wild career, followed by astonished beadles and policemen.)
DON JUAN.
Bob Southey! You’re a poet—Poet-laureate,
And representative of all the race;
Although ’tis true that you turn’d out a Tory at
Last,—yours has lately been a common case;
And now, my Epic Renegade! what are ye at?