He held some land, and dwelt thereon,—

Where, I forget, the house is gone;

His Christian name, I think, was John,—

His surname, Leisure.

Reynolds has painted him,-a face

Filled with a fine, old-fashioned grace,

Fresh-coloured, frank, with ne'er a trace

Of trouble shaded;

The eyes are blue, the hair is drest

In plainest way,-one hand is prest

Deep in a flapped canary vest,

With buds brocaded.

He wears a brown old Brunswick coat,

With silver buttons,-round his throat,

A soft cravat;-in all you note

An elder fashion,—

A strangeness, which, to us who shine In shapely hats,-whose coats combine

All harmonies of hue and line,

Inspires compassion.