Chapter 547 No.547

The champ of the steeds on the silver bit,

As they whirl the rich man's carriage by;

The beggar's whine as he looks at it,-

But it goes too fast for charity;

The trail on the street of the poor man's broom,

That the lady who walks to her palace-home,

On her silken skirt may catch no dust;

The tread of the business-men who must