He had an appetite, which always tends

To make uncouth pups civil for a bone;

To use civility in this way some are prone.

LX.

Sometimes, like others do, they drove about

With a recherché little chaise and pair,

And they enjoyed a pic-nic oft no doubt

In pretty spots now here and sometimes there;

And we all know the fingers of the fair

Arrange these matters sweetly, for they suit

Matters requiring delicacy and care,

The choice of flowers, the arrangement of the fruit,

And digging ferns up without injuring the root.

LXI.

They loved to play at croquet on the lawn,

Adventurously rove a league away,

Or bend their steps upon the summer morn

(A mile it was, I fancy), to the bay,

Taking a biscuit-luncheon on the way.

To wander o'er the shining, yellow sands,

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