His business next his heart,
At counter with his apron tied
About his counter-part.
The seventh in a sluice-house box,
He took his pipe and pot;
On Sundays for eel-piety,
A very noted spot.
Huggins gets "Epping in his head," and resolves to go to "the Hunt."
Alas! there was no warning voice
To whisper in his ear,