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!—M. W. of Windsor.
Mr. Scrub—Mr. Slop—or whoever you be!
The Cock of Steam Laundries,—the head Patentee
Of Associate Cleansers,—chief founder and prime
Of the firm for the wholesale distilling of grime—
Co-partners and dealers, in linen's propriety—
That make washing public—and wash in society—