Date: 1891
And, therefore, in a kind of waking dream, Listen'd to some hot-water sprite, that hinted To have his meat chopp'd as the Times was printed, By steam !  Accordingly, in happy hour, A brand-new engine went to work, Chopping up pounds on pounds of pork With all the energy of two-horse power, And wonderful celerity — When, lo !  when everything to hope responded, Whether his head was turned by his prosperity, Whether he had some sly intrigue, in verity The man absconded !