Foils, boxing-gloves, and pistols,
Which he us’d with friends and foes:
’Twas there “the squire” took his wine
And cigar whene’er he chose;
Perusing the Court Journal,
Or Blackwood’s tedious prose.
Like a fine, &c.
He was, when merry winter came,
The gayest of them all;
At five-and-twenty he was seen