Of all Lorenzo’s meanings, heads and tails,
The Father seized upon her malaprops—
“My girl down areas—of a night! ’Ods nails!
I’ll stick the scoundrel on his area-rails!”
TAILS OF THE HAUL BY CRAB.
“I will!—as sure as I was christen’d John!
A girl—well born—and bred,—and school’d at Ditton—
Accomplish’d—handsome—with a tail stuck on!
And chuck’d, Zounds! chuck’d in horseponds like a kitten