We’ll build a Van that hath equal space,
And horse it with horses that go the pace;
With a scowling blackguard the box we’ll man,
Let people get out of the way who can.”
I have lived since then in storm and strife,
The fierce Van-Demon’s right jovial life.
I drive like mad,—if a cove complains,
He gets an oath or a cut for his pains;
And right and left doth the traffic fly,
When my thundering Juggernaut car comes by.