How a life in shabby lodgings would have dragged my spirit down!
How my beauty would have faded, growing daily paler, thinner!
Making puddings, washing clothing, planning for the children's dinner.
Comes the butler, "Lunch is ready, madam!" iced champagne, I know,
Mayonnaise and lobster salad; I am hungry and—I go.
Here is another, and an earlier, imitation of the same original:—
BACCHANALIAN DREAMINGS.
Cronies leave me in the bar-room, while as yet I've cash to spend,
Leave me here, and if I'm wanted, 'mum's' the word to every friend,