Take any station, pavement, circus, corner,
Where men their styles of print may call or choose,
And there--ten times more _on it_ than _JACK HORNER_--
There shall you find him swathed in sheets of news.
Nothing can stay the placing of his wares--
Not bus, nor cab, nor dray! The very _Slop_,
That imp of power, is powerless! Ever he dares,
And, daring, lands his public neck and crop.
Even the many-tortured London ear,
The much-enduring, loathes his _Speeshul_ yell,
His shriek of _Winnur_! But his dart and leer
And poise are irresistible. _PALL MALL_
Joys in him, and _MILE END_; for his vocation
Is to purvey the stuff of conversation.