Sunday at Hampstead.
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"Mary is going to chapel,
And what takes her there, do you guess?
Her sweet little duck of a bonnet,
And her new second-hand silk dress."
"We went to Church one Sunday,
But felt we had no right there;
For it's only a place for the grand folk
Who come in a carriage and pair.
"And I laughed out loud,—it was shameful!
But Fanny said, Oh, what lives!
He must have been clever, the rascal,
To manage seven hundred wives!"
"Suppose we play Hunt-the-Slipper?"
"We can't, there's the crinoline"—"Phew!
Bother it, always a nuisance!"
"Hoop-de-dooden-doo!"
"I think I've seen all the girls here,
About a thousand, or more;
But none of them half so pretty
As our own loving four."
