'Hist!—each for himself, or herself, which sounds smoother,
Though man's no upholder, and woman no soother,
Both struggle alike here.—What, weeping?—what, raving?
Pah!—fight out the battle all! No time for saving!
Ha! ha! 'tis a wondrous place, Vanity Fair!'
The mad crowd divides, and then closes swift after;
Afar, towers the pyre, lit with shouting and laughter;
'What new sport is this?' lisps a reveller, half turning;—
'One Faithful, poor wretch! who is led to the burning:
He cumbered us sorely in Vanity Fair!