Which stores the laden thighs of bees with wax,
(Its lustre hence no dining-table lacks
By footmen rubb’d, who burnish and blaspheme.)
Wax which illumes when urns emit their steam:
Wax which inspired the genius of Argand,
When lamps, despised till then, at his command
A radiance mild o’er dinner-tables shed,
Soft’ning on cheeks the artificial red.
Paling each pimply nose with chasten’d light:
MRS. A.