Dandyism

‘Twas when the ground was white with snow,
A Dandy would on horseback go,
To show himself, and take an airing,
And set the people all a staring.
The snow was moist and close adher’d
To horse’s feet, as on he steer’d;
The horse tripp’d forward, sprung, and stumbled,
And down both he and Dandy tumbled.
Dire was the crash of stays and laces,
And woful were poor Dandy’s faces.
And sounds most hideous did he utter,
As he lay sprawling in the gutter.
One came to help him and advise
To quit his dangerous enterprise;
Saying his horse again would ball,
And he might catch another fall.
“No,” quoth the Dandy with a sigh,
“‘Twas not the horse that bawl’d; ’twas I.”

Quoted from: Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals. Boston: Buckingham, 1822.

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