At palace gate and cottage door
Death knocks alike, nor long nor loud—
The shuddering tenant, rich or poor,
Next morn lies folded in the shroud.
[9] Although the blue-eyed Maid of the Moselle, and the yellow-haired Lord of the Rhine do not appear, at first, to relish the marriage that has been suddenly and unceremoniously forced upon them; yet they soon get reconciled, and afterwards set a good example to married folks on land. They jog on harmoniously through rough and smooth, to the end of the matrimonial journey, without altercations or recriminations—and without application to Doctors’ Commons for divorce, alimony, or pin-money!
[10] Planché.
[11] Of these lines I shall attempt a rude translation.
Grand-mamma was a Mag, who laid eggs by the score;
And had she not died, might have laid many more.
[12] The Mineral Waters of Wisbaden. By Dr. Peez, p. 103.