A Puff at the Guinea Pigs n.p.: The tailor flourishing his shears, then seized his tail so neatly, / That in a trice he whipt it off [...] The beau stood trembling by his side, while stitch-louse, full of gig, sir, / Cry’d ‘Smoke a beau, who’s lost his tail!’.at stitch-louse (n.) under stitch, n.1