To see the lodgers in the large brick house;—
To lounge, and chat, not minding time a souse;—
Like one to whom all business was quite foreign;—
And, thus, he visited his female sick;
Who lay as thick,
Within his tenement of brick,
As rabbits in a warren.
He lodge’d in Covent Garden all the while,
And, if they sent, in haste, for his assistance,
He soon was with ’em;—’twas no mighty distance;—