What seem'd his right hand trail'd behind
The likeness of a stick.
The sky with clouds became o'ercast,
And it suddenly set to raining,—
And the gas-lights flicker'd in the blast,
As that thing of the lantern and dread-nought past,
And I heard him thus complaining—
"A murrain seize—a pize upon—
Plague take—the New Police!
Why couldn't they do with the ancient one,