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    Blue-Stocking Or The Feast Of The By Lei...

    O Seddon J O Gillow ! O Mr Morell ! O Taprell and Holland ! O Minter ! O Snell ! O ev ' ry one else , dear to new-married spouses Don't speak any more of your fitting up houses ; Don t mention your _sdvres , your buhls , or-moulus

    And for ever henceforth have no customers , Hughes . Quench the light of your lustres , great Perry and Co Ye Bantings , be counted extremely so-so : Nay , hold your tongue , Robins ; amaze us no longer In paragraphs , " coming it" stronger and stronger :

    Cease roaring in great A , and wheedling in small ; And thou , even thou , greatest gusto of all , Tasteful shade of magnificent , house-warming Guelph , Turn about in thy tomb , and say , " Laid on the shelf !"

    The house not an instant had felt the god ' s presence , "When something—I know not what—but a quintessence Of fragrance and purity hallowM the place , Some spirit of lilies , and crystal , and grace . His height he had _stoop'd , as he enter'd the door , Tow ' ards the human ; but still his own costume he wore , Or at least a Greek vest ; and be sure he wore bay ;

    In short , was a kind of Apollo d'Orsay . Then gliding from room to room , like a slow bee , On his sandals of gold , his lute went playing he , And the sound was a magical charm to invest Whatsoever he look'd on , with all he _lik'd best . Nor indeed was it strange that his lute should do this , When Amphion , you know , built a city with his .

    Thus the ball-room , whose wainscot was stucco before , Rose in arches of flowers , midway from the floor , All _^ dabbled with dew-drops , and stirr'd with a breath ; While the rest ( for no cold could give shoulders " their death , " Where Phoebus was present ) was all a fair sight Of iv ' ry , and cushions of silk , bridal white : — ( More colours for these would flow in with the ball ) : And betwixt the fair couches were services small

    Of ices , and creams , and clear jellies smooth-soul'd , The very tip-ends of refreshment and cold . Then the drawing-room—What , think ye , hung the walls there ? Cloth of gold ? No , of sunbeams . _'Twas made of his hair . The immense window-curtains , Calypso ' s own woollen , Like clouds to the sunset , hung gorgeous sullen .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1837, page 36, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/mrp_01071837/page/34/