• “and even our women,” lastly grumbles Ben,
    “Leaving their nature, dress and talk like men!”
    A damsel, as our train stops at Five Ashes,
    Down to the station in a dog-cart dashes.
    A footman buys her thicket, “Third class, parly;”
    And, in the huge-buttoned coat and “Champagne Charley”
    And such scant manhood else as use allows her,
    Her two...