“and even our women,” lastly grumbles Ben,
“Leaving their nature, dress and talk like men!”
A damsel, as our train stops at Five Ashes,
Down to the station in a dog-cart dashes.
A footman buys her thicket, “Third class, parly;”
And, in the huge-buttoned...
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“i Saw him kiss your cheek!”—“’T is true.” |
From “The Angel in the House” |
If thou dost bid thy friend farewell, |