Leave old and grim those evening belles.
Yet then, as now, when they are gone
Some red rouged belles will still laugh on,
And yawning o’er them other “swells,”
Discourse their charms, rouged evening belles.
From Pan, the Pilgrim. (Weldon & Co., London).
That Muffin Bell.
That Muffin-Bell! That Muffin-Bell!
How many a tale its tinklings tell.