Brought a new charge of Anti-turmeric Pills,
To bleach the jaundiced visage of his mother;
Who took them—in her cupboard—like the other.
“Deeper and deeper still,” of course,
The fatal colour daily grew in force;
Till daughter W., newly come from Rome,
Acting the selfsame filial, pillial part,
To cure mamma, another dose brought home
Of Cockles—not the Cockles of her heart!
These going where the others went before,