Don’t think that my temper is hot,
It’s never beyond a slow simmer;
I’ll teach you to call me Dame Trot
But I’ll have you to know I’m a Trimmer.

Miss Edgeworth, or Mrs. Chapone,
Might melt to behold your tears glimmer;
Mrs. Barbauld would let you alone,
But I’ll have you to know I’m a Trimmer.

AN ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPANY.

“Archer. How many are there, Scrub?
Scrub. Five-and-forty, sir.”—Beaux Stratagem.

“For shame—let the linen alone!”—Merry Wives of Windsor.

R. SCRUB—Mr. Slop—or whoever you be!
The Cock of Steam Laundries,—the head Patentee
Of Associate Cleansers,—Chief founder and prime