Pray, who is the fellow of infinite fun,
Of whom men declare that his wit, like the sun,
Shines and sparkles along—that its bright sallies glide
Like a fresh summer river at flow of its tide?—
Why, join wit, sun, and tide, and it's perfectly clear
You mean jolly young Whitsuntide—Prince of the year!
MAY—Settling for the Derby—Long odds and long faces.
SETTLING DAY AT "THE CORNER."
"As I was going to (the) Derby,