Pale-faced, brown-eyed, slight,
Upon a lanky bay
Rides this modern knight
Down rain-beat road to-day;
In a little broken shrine
Emptying out the blessed wine.
Much loved by all who know you,
Especially you seem
Envied for smiles that show you
Kindness in a gleam.
Church of England Chaplain.
Helm of our literary ship,
Editor of this Gazette,
[2]Luck be yours, although you whip
My muse into an awful sweat.