Wherever she set down her _orts_,
Thereby he put a _cross_.

Now Huggins had a crony here,
That lived beside the way;
One that had promised sure to be
His comrade for the day.

His friend had gone to Enfield Chase:

Then Huggins turned his horse's head,
And crossed the bridge of Lea.

Thence slowly on thro' Laytonstone,
Past many a Quaker's box,--
No friends to hunters after deer,
Tho' followers of a _Fox_.

And many a score behind--before--
The self-same route inclin'd,
And minded all to march one way,
Made one great march of mind.

Gentle and simple, he and she,
And swell, and blood, and prig;
And some had carts, and some a chaise,
According to their gig.

Some long-ear'd jacks, some knacker's hacks,
(However odd it sounds,)