The Invitation
While waiting debating I stated before,
Jack Merdle drove up in his carriage and bays,
“Halloo,” said the banker, “I see you’re ashore—
No wonder—this weather is all in a haze—
But come in my carriage, and truly confess
You’re a victim of hunger and dinner down town;
A case of most common distressing distress;
When dining in public with Jones, Smith or Brown,
Or some other practical men of the nation,
Is worse on the whole than a little starvation.
But come home with me for the sake of Lang Syne,
And see Mrs. Merdle and see how we dine.
I must not expect,” he advised in advance,
“To meet with a dinner got up in perfection,
But must run the risk of the luck and the chance,
As candidates do on the day of election.”