Without a vehicle of any sort
To greet the luggage-laden traveller,
Until our native hue of resolution
Shall sickly o’er with the pale cast of thought
The members anxious to get home at night,
And force them to repeal the hateful Act.
Judy, December 11, 1867.
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The Soliloquy of a would-be Bloomer.
Trousers, or no trousers—that is the question;