At length perform’d the feat;
And oaken splint, and nut and screw,
With bits of paint and dried-up glue,
Flew scatter’d o’er the street.
With one huge stride he bounded
Adown the steps in glee,
Waving his hard-earned prize on high,
But stopp’d—he was compell’d to—by
Policeman “Twenty-three.”
“Off with him!” cried the watchman,