Into the grey yet gorgeous grandmamma,
With gold pince-nez on nose and fan at side,
Her youthful tastes still strong, and worldly wise
In sumptuary law, her quavering voice
Prosing of Fashion and Le Follet, pipes
Of robes and bargains rare. Last scene of all,
That ends the Sex’s Mode-swayed history,
Is second childishness and sheer oblivion
Of youth, taste, passion, all—save love of Dress!
Punch, May 20, 1882.