"The engines, Ho-back for your lives!".

The swarthy helmets gleam:

Flash fast, broad wheel,

Hold, wood and steel,

Whilst the shout rings up, and the wild bells peal,
And the flying hoofs strike flame.
Stand from the causeway, horse and man,
Back while there's time for aid,-

Back, gilded coach-back, lordly steed-
A thousand hearts hang on their speed,
And life and death and daring deed-

Room for the Fire Brigade!

V

V

US! ever wus! By freak of Puck's
My most exciting hopes are dashed;
I never wore my spotless ducks

But madly - wildly!
splashed.

I never roved by Cynthia's beam,
To gaze upon the starry sky;

But some old stiff-backed beetle came,
And charged into my pensive eye :

And oh! I never did the swell

In Regent street, amongst the beaus, But smuts the most prodigious fell,

they were