Pass on, gay crowd; Le Mann, the big,
Bright with gold as a guinea-pig,
The big, the stout, the fierce Le Mann,
Walks like a valiant gentleman.
But take care of your pockets,
Here's Salt-bearer Platt,
With a bag in his hand,
And a plume in his hat;
A handsomer youth, sure small-clothes ne'er put on,
Though very near rival'd by elegant Sutton.
Thus then has pass'd this grand procession,
In most magnificent progression.
Farewell you gay and happy throng!
~64~~
Etona's motto, crest, and pride,
Is feeling, courage, friendship, love.
Farewell my Muse! farewell my song'
Farewell Salthill! farewell brave Captain;
As ever uniform was clapt in;
Since Fortune's kind, pray do not mock her;
Your humble poet,
HERBERT STOCKHORE.
Herbert Stockhore was originally a bricklayer, and now resides at a
little house which he has built for himself, and called Mount Pleasant,
in a lane leading from Windsor to the Meadows. He has a wife and
daughter, honest, industrious people, who reside with him, and are by no
means displeased at the visit of a stranger to their eccentric relative.
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