all the vegetables of the year Are duly represented on her back. Her boots are sacrifices to her hats, Which knock you speechless—like a load of bricks! Her summer velvets dazzle Wanstead Flats, And cost, at times, a good eighteen-and-six. Withal, outside the gay and giddy whirl,  ’Liza’s a stupid, straight, hard-working girl.

’Liza’s

’Liza’s

’Liza

’Liza

Wanstead Flats

’Liza’s

p. 79VII. ‘LADY’

p. 79

Time, the old humourist, has a trick to-day Of moving landmarks and of levelling down, Till into Town the Suburbs edge their way, And in the Suburbs you may scent the Town. With Mount St. thus approaching Muswell Hill, And Clapham Common marching with the Mile, You get a Hammersmith that fills the bill, A Hampstead with a serious sense of style. So this fair creature, pictured in The Row, As one of that ‘gay adulterous world,’ [79] whose round Is by the Serpentine, as well would show, And might, I deem, as readily be found On Streatham’s Hill, or Wimbledon’s, or where Brixtonian kitchens lard the late-dining air.

Mount St.

Muswell Hill

Clapham Common

Mile

Hammersmith

Hampstead

The Row

Serpentine

Streatham’s Hill

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