(O, for a brandy and soda she sighed),
“To sleep till the evening will be grand;”
And she slept through the strains of a German band,
Which was playing in all its pride.
“Why didn’t she go for a stroll?” you say,
But, reader, I beg you pause;
Her friends on a visit were all away,
And her laundress forgot to send home that day
Her petticoats, stockings,
and pockethandkerchiefs.
The Sporting Times. June 20, 1885.