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Gentlemen in shorts, looming very tall; Gentlemen at large, talking very small; Gentlemen in tights, with a loose-ish mien ; Gentlemen in gray, looking rather green ;

Gentlemen quite old, asking for the news; Gentlemen in black, in a fit of blues; Gentlemen in claret, sober as a vicar; Gentlemen in tweed, dreadfully in liquor!

Ancient maiden lady anxiously remarks,
That there must be peril 'mong so many sparks:
Roguish-looking fellow, turning to the stranger,
Says it's his opinion, she is out of danger!

Woman with her baby, sitting vis-a-vis :
Baby keeps a-squalling, woman looks at me;
Asks about the distance; says it's tiresome talking,
Noises of the cars are so very shocking!

Market woman, careful of the precious casket; Knowing eggs are eggs, tightly holds her basket;

mean?

Sure, he's got the Knickerbocker Magazine!

Stranger on the left, closing up his peepers; Now he snores amain, like the seven sleepers : At his feet a volume gives the explanation, How the man grew stupid from "association!"

Send her eggs to pot, rather prematurely.

-Singing through the forests, rattling over ridges, Shooting under arches, rumbling over bridges, Whizzing through the mountains, buzzing o'er the vale,

Bless me! this is pleasant, riding on the rail! -J. G. SAXE.