Not there, not there, my child.”
“Is’t among the people who love to boast
Of their “Town Improvements” the princely cost?
Who say that, to keep their bodies sound
They have spent £100,000?[48]
Where (when small-pox is absent[49]) Hygeia dwells,
Is it there, is it there, this best of hotels!”
“Not there, not there, my child.”
“Is it where, through the small though festive rooms
A drainpipe sheds its rich perfumes—