While this high post of honour’s in abeyance,
For one or two days, reader, we request
You’ll mount with our young hero the conveyance
Which wafted him from Petersburgh: the best
Barouche, which had the glory to display once
The fair Czarina’s autocratic crest,
When, a new Iphigene, she went to Tauris,
Was given to her favourite, and now bore his.