For 'twas the feather-bed alone that soak'd
The stagnant pool:—no stain's impurity
Defil'd their rainbow-riband'd dimity,
Save one; and that was on the widow's crupper,
Who said, "I wish they'd scald that pig for supper!"
Next came Miss Duff, in a light pea-green plush,
That beautifully show'd her blue-red blush.
Miss Reeves soon follow'd, spite of summer weather,
In pelerine of goose-down, and a feather.
The two Miss Gallaghers, the four Miss Bradys,