The subject next started was equally seasonable—though not seductive. The poet is evidently in the situation of one of her Majesty's subjects that we know of—who is the parent of more of her Majesty's subjects than we do know of—who, in fact, declares that his house is so "full of children" he cannot shut the street-door for them.
Autumn leaves are falling round us
Now, in all the late green gardens!
Summer flowers would quite astound us—
—Rare are they as "Queen Ann's fardens!"
Once green lanes are now mere sloshes;
Garden walks are quite unpleasant;
Cloaks, umbrellas, and goloshes,