To Margate, love, and we can go by Steam.
My honest cousin John, who is, you know,
A quiet kind of lad, and free from sin,
Has kindly promised, if we like to go,
While we are out, to take care of the Inn."
She liked his project much, but did not know
That steam was then the order of the age;
She thought they should, like Fanny Kemble, go,
Or, like the Elephant, upon the stage.
Here Andrew differ'd from his quiet spouse,