And he advertised,—uselessly,—none ever came,—
Not a cook, good, indiff'rent, or bad.
What was to be done? Mr. Lymmington-Blake
Began to grow thinner and thinner.
(Now and then it is pleasant, but quite a mistake,
To dine every day on a chop or a steak,
And have nothing besides for your dinner.)
So he said: "If I can't get a cook, then a mate
I'll endeavour to find in a wife"
(His late wife deceased, I p'r'aps ought to relate,