The silly horse within the shaft
One moment did remain;
And then the harness snapped, and he
Went flying through the rain;
And fell, a four-legged meteor,
Upon the coast of Spain.

_First Voice._
"What makes that cab move on so fast
Wherein no horse I find?"

_Second Voice._
"The horse has cut away before;
The cab's blown from behind."

Then just against the Harrow Road
I made one desperate bound--
A leprous lamp-post and myself
Lay mingled in a swound!

And cables snapped, and all things snapped;
When the next morn was grey,
The _Telegraph_ appeared without
Its "Paris Day by Day."

PART III.

Oh, cheapness is a pleasant thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!