“This elegant cap, had I shaken it less,
Might have bloomed, ’neath its pompon awhile;
And accoutrements wiped with a little address
May adorn next Review’s rank and file!”
Punch. July 28, 1860. (The wet summer.)
April:
Or, the New Hat.
My Boots had been wash’d—well wash’d—in a show’r;
But little I griev’d about that: