And know you, perchance, may engender a pest
Till the law, bidding shameful monopolies cease,
Let’s us wash in, or drink, our pure water in peace?
Punch, June, 1850.
Another, and a very similar parody, on the same unsavoury topic, appeared in Punch, July 17th, 1858.
“A Song of the Season”
O, there’s not in the West-End a valet so sweet
As our Jeames when with drawing-room bouquet complete;
With the light “œil de poudré” on his side-curls so smart,