If his eyes were good, he but saw by night
What we see every day:
But he made a tour, and kept a journal
Of all the wondrous sights nocturnal,
And he sold it in shares to the Men of the Row,[114]
Who bid pretty well—but they cheated him though!
The Devil first saw, as he thought, the Mail,
Its coachman and his coat;
So instead of a pistol he cock’d his tail,
And seized him by the throat: