The Unfitness of the Meat.
The Master to the Mistress, Loquitur.
You—you—if you have failed to comprehend
A Briton’s dinner is his all in all,
On you a husband’s anger will descend,
If that cold mutton pall
Upon his palate keen.
This meal the cheeriest—sacred hour of bliss!
This one rare meal, the joy of every man;