...quo;Old Beau” was dreaming of the hour When Gillmore, like a suppliant bent, Should tremble at his power. In dreams, through camp and street he bore The trophies of a conqueror. He sported Gillmore 's gold-laced hat-- His red-topped boots, his gay cravat, As wild his fancy as a bat, Or “any other bird.” An hour passed on--“Old Beau” awoke, Half strangled by a villain...