"Well, this is 'paying thro' the nose.'"
[THE MERMAID OF MARGATE.][38]
"Alas! what perils do environ
That man who meddles with a siren!"—Hudibrus.
On Margate beach, where the sick one roams,
And the sentimental reads;
Where the maiden flirts, and the widow comes
Like the ocean—to cast her weeds;—
Where urchins wander to pick up shells,
And the Cit to spy at the ships,—