A Moral Alphabet, Page 35


was a Lady, Advancing in Age,
Who drove in her carriage and six,
With a Couple of Footmen a Coachman and Page,
Who were all of them regular bricks.
If the Coach ran away, or was smashed by a Dray.
Or got into collisions and blocks,
The Page, with a courtesy rare for his years.
Would leap to the ground with inspiriting cheers.
While the Footman allayed her legitimate fears.
And the Coachman sat tight on his box.


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