The breakfast lies untasted, for the tea

Is not the nectar-like concoction (such

As accompanies the dice and play-room) we

Are very fond of (for we take too much),

And therefore home supplies we cannot touch;

In all and everything we are undone,

Lips parch, head whirls, was never such

A wretched plight; indeed we're not A 1.

We think we have remaining money but have none.

LXXVIII.

But 'tis too bad I know;—again I've erred

And deviated sadly from my tale;

I'm sorry that it should have thus occurred,

I know, and you know too, that I am frail

And everything I've said is very stale,

At least it is to me, I daresay too

To some of you on p'raps a different scale,

Much more familiar, if one only knew.

It is quite marvellous what some can bustle through!

LXXIX.

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