"Well, noa, Sir; but Old it be! Whoi, I'se knowed it meself these noine Years!"
ODE TO AN OVERCOAT.
(By a Shivery Person, in Spring-time.)
"Cast ne'er a clout till May be out,"
The old Scotch proverb says.
Thee, did I doff, "Immensikoff,"
For three most sultry days.
But wind and dust, in gruesome gust,
Search bosom, back and throat;