Till valley, and rock, and glen ring aloud with ‘Buy Warren’s Blacking.’
“But not unto Britain alone is thy fame, Robert Warren, confined: o’er
The civilised regions of Europe, believe me, ’tis equally honoured;
For when, as a proof of the fact, I rambled through Switzerland lately;
And, spent with the labour of travel, put up in the vale of Chamouny,
My boots by the waiter were bathed in the luminous dew of thy blacking:
This, as you well may guess, astonished my nerves not a little;
So, flaming with zeal, I said, ‘now tell me, oh waiter, I pray thee,
Th’ extent of this tradesman’s fame in the vales of the Switzer, that straight I
May note it down as a hint for some future edition of travels,