Riddle 109

A College youth toward magic yearned,
And all the wizard’s arts he learned.
He had the mumbo-jumbo pat,
And made my first in his silk hat,

Sorcery, black art, and all the rest
He could accomplish with the best;
And when, as wizard, he fell flat,
He made my last in his silk hat.

Dressed for the street, he chanced to pass
One day, before his cheval-glass;
With faultless garb and new cravat,
He saw my whole in his silk hat.