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And steel was measured by the ell,
And trousers lined with leather ;
And knights a cap and feather.
Then single folks might live at ease,
And married ones might sever ;
But Doctors' Commons never ;
Fair cousin, for thy glances,
“ IN THE DAYS OF MY GREAT
TN the days of my great grandmamma,
I've been told,
taste, Who, in dresses as stout as chain armour of old,
The parties of Ranelagh graced : How high were their heads, and how high were
their heels, And how high were their notions and ways ! They moved in propriety's round like the wheels Of a warranted watch, in the days
Of my great Grandmamma!
Fashion then was so dull you could scarcely
discern The minute ebb and flow of her tides ;
And a Dowager's dress, though unturn'd, served
in turn Three or four generations of brides. Like the family jewels, the family gown
Was reserv'd for their Gala displays, And a ruffled old lady look'd placidly down Upon ruffled young girls, in the days
Of my great Grandmamma.
Oh! the men who for these female paragons sigh'd
Were unlike those who pester us now; They approach'd with a smile, and a sink, and a
slide, And a minuet step and a bow. They were laced, and embroider'd, and powder'd,
and curld, Like the men that we see in the Plays; And 'tis certain there's nothing so grand in the
world, Or so sweet as there was in the days
my great Grandmamma.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.
ORD Harry has written a novel,
A story of elegant life;
No sketch of a commoner's wife : No trash, such as pathos and passion,
Fine feelings, expression, and wit; But all about people of fashion,
Come look at his caps—how they fit!
O, Radcliffe ! thou once wert the charmer
Of girls who sat reading all night; Thy heroes were striplings in armour,
Thy heroines damsels in white. But past are thy terrible touches,
Our lips in derision we curl, Unless we are told how a Duchess
Conversed with her cousin the Earl.
We now have each dialogue quite full
Of titles—“I give you my word, My lady, you're looking delightful” “O dear, do you
think so, my
lord !! “ You've heard of the Marquis's marriage,
The bride with her jewels new set, Four horses, new travelling carriage,
And déjeuner à la fourchette."
Haut Ton finds her privacy broken,
We trace all her ins and her outs; The very
small talk that is spoken By very great people at routs. At Tenby, Miss Jinks asks the loan of
The book from the innkeeper's wife, And reads till she dreams she is one of The leaders of elegant life.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.
WHO WISHES SHE HAD LIVED
In tea-cup times of hood and houp,
Or while the patch was worn.
Would suit your beauty, I confess;
Belinda-like, the patch you'd wear;
I picture you with powdered hairYou'd make a charming Shepherdess !
And Ino doubt-could well express
“ In tea-cup times!”
The parts would fit precisely-yes :
You should disdain, and I despair,
With quite the true Augustan air ; But . . could I love you more, or less,
“In tea-cup times ? "
ERHAPS you'll call me an old fool,
With a craze,
Married men once loved their wives,
To their praise.
Married women used to be
ways. But they cut their dresses low, Willing all they dare to show,
Women then did not admit
Now it pays.
Conversation is not gay
Young men used to love a dance,
Curious phase! If they deign to grace a ball, 'Tis not chic to dance at all
Men went in for early marriage :