Domestic Asides
Tom Hood
“I really take it very kind,
This visit, Mrs. Skinner,
I have not seen you such an age—
(The wretch has come to dinner!)
“Your daughters, too, what loves of girls—
What heads for painters’ easels!
Come here, and kiss the infant, dears—
(And give it, p’raps, the measles!)
“Your charming boys I see are home
From Reverend Mr. Russell’s;
’Twas very kind to bring them both—
(What boots for my new Brussels!)
“What! little Clara left at home?
Well now, I call that shabby:
I should have loved to kiss her so—
(A flabby, dabby, babby!)
“And Mr. S., I hope he’s well,
Ah! though he lives so handy,
He never drops in now to sup—
(The better for our brandy!)
“Come, take a seat—I long to hear
About Matilda’s marriage;
You’ve come, of course, to spend the day!
(Thank heaven, I hear the carriage!)
“What! must you go? Next time I hope
You’ll give me longer measure;
Nay—I shall see you down the stairs—
(With most uncommon pleasure!)
“Good-bye! good-bye! remember all,
Next time you’ll take your dinners!
(Now, David, mind I’m not at home
In future to the Skinners!”)
(By permission of Messrs. Ward, Lock, & Co.)