And though he strove, he scarce could hide
The feelings of an honest pride,
When, from Sir Jeffery's error, he
And those who wore a livery,
Nay even house and kitchen-maid
Were in the same proportions paid,—
When his allotted mourning bore
The same coarse stuff the coachman wore.
But how his heart began to beat
When he was charg'd for the receipt!