And those awkward Greek girls, Lambda,[13] Gamma,[14] and Chi;[15]
Hebrew Character,[16] too, who for routs has a passion;
And I’ll ask Mrs. Gothic,[17] though she’s out of fashion,
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For I love my old friends, and had rather that they
Should partake of our feast, than the idle and gay,
Who flutter about without object or reason,
Just live for an hour, and last but a season.”
How little, alas! do great moths bear in mind,
That their tenure of life is of just the same kind.
“You’re right,” said the Empress, “and truly ’twere shabby,