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The Snob’s Version of the Cane-Bottom’d Chair.
(It is said that the Prince of Wales, being late for Church on the day of his arrival at Cannes, slipped in among the footmen and ladies’ maids. One of the latter marked the chair he occupied, and after evening service, her mistress, the wife of a Liverpool cotton-broker, was much disappointed at not being able to buy it from the sexton.)
Was ever a woman so wretched as I,
To long for a treasure that wealth cannot buy!
That sexton has surely the heart of a bear,
Or else he would sell me that cane-bottom’d chair.
’Tis nothing to look at, you crusty old man!
And no one would give you the price of a fan;
But since the fair evening when Albert sat there,