"I may not be so bluff as you, nor so excellent a bully," replied the other; "yet I flatter myself that I am equally esteemed by mankind."
"Doubtless! by old maids, invalids, and anglers."
"And I prefer their welcome to the maledictions so lavishly heaped upon you, by the aged, the gouty, and the suffering," was the rejoinder.
"Fie! fie!" lisped the West wind, an exquisite of the most exclusive order. "If you persist, I shall positively arraign you at the bar of good breeding and fashion."
"Which I believe is not situated on my side Temple-bar," exclaimed the East, in a tone that reminded one of the equinox.
"Your intimacy with the bar is confined to the Old Bailey," chirruped his opponent, who commenced,
"Cease rude Boreas, blustering railer:
List ye."
At this personal attack the North looked particularly black, and the East BLEW with increased violence.
"How the puppy squalls!" said the latter, in reference to the singing.