"That's just the thing we all should do;
But they who do it are few, and you
Are one of the few, Miss Mundy!"
But now to tell the feast she spread,
And with what delicate zest we fed,
On the day before the Sunday,
Would stagger the muse of a Tennyson,
And bring from the Devil a benison
On the head of Mary Mundy.
A London Alderman, sleek and fat,