NOT INSIDE OUT.

Fair Maiden, you're looking a vision of beauty,

You may comfort yourself you've no rival to fear;

But you won't take it ill if I feel it my duty

To whisper a word of advice in your ear.

Now, the word would be this—when the daylight is dawning,

Or, at any rate, when it's more early than late,

Pray remember the coachman, who, fitfully yawning

Outside in the street, finds it weary to wait.

You reck not at all of the hours that are fleeting,

You ask for an "extra"—you can't be denied.

But though, doubtless, soft nothings may set your heart beating,

Yet they're awfully cold for the people outside.

Want of thought, not of heart, is the reason as ever,

So if you find leisure to read through this rhyme,

When you order your carriage, in future endeavour

To prevent any waiting—by being in time,