Said her maid (and risked her place),
"In the 'ouse it should have kept,
Flymen drives at such a pace"—
Still the lady's anger slept.
Rose her husband, best of dears,
Laid a bracelet on her knee.
Like playful child she boxed his ears—
"Sweet old pet!—let's have some tea."
And the following by Mr. Sawyer is also worthy of preservation:—