"Chacun à son goût."
You're always comme il faut from boots to bonnet.
For Paris, praised in song, and ode, and sonnet,
Is still, as when les Précieuses doated on it,
"Le centre du bon goût."
Merry Margit!"—"I was at Margate last July," sang Thomas Barham, when telling of the Little Vulgar Boy, and so were we, this July, for the purpose of passing a few happy hours at the renovated Cliftonville Hotel under the government of Mr. Holland, vice-regent for Messrs. Gordon & Co. No need now to quit the shores of England for Antwerp, Rotterdam, or any other of the Rotterdamerung Cycle, as visitors to Margate will, on our own shore, find Holland. In the menu Sauce Hollandaise is avoided, and Politesse Hollandaise is substituted, to the satisfaction of everybody.
"Voilà ce que l'on dit de moi
Dans la Gazette de Hollande!"
Which couplet the Manageress might sing, as they are words from The Grand Dutchess.