Came one again: "Poh! fiddlestick
An answer, yes?—come, let me see,
My spectacles!" cried Mistress T——
"Hum—Mrs. Thrifty,—Thursday night—'At
Home'—oh malice! fiendish spite,"
(Quoth the good dame in furious ire,
Whilst the card, fed the greedy fire)
"No, never, never, will I strive
To be genteel, as I'm alive,
Beneath my own 'At Home' was cramm'd,