My home is a dungeon, or something worse.
I shall never be happy or freed from care
Until I get rid of that old arm-chair.
From A Town Garland, by Henry S. Leigh. (Chatto & Windus, London, 1878.)
On the New Arm Chair.
(Presented to Mr. Gladstone.)
The Pleased Premier Sings:—
I love it, I love it; will Worms, now, dare
To nag me for loving my new Arm-chair?