Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ To Brunette. Brunette, my love, I know such a pretty game we'll play at— Poor Timburina's ill, and the seaside she ought to stay at. (The Serpentine's the seaside, let's pretend,) And you shall take her there— (hypocritically) —you're such a friend! Br. (with simplicity) . Oh, yes, that will be splendid, Blanchidine, And then we can go and have a dip in a bathing-machine! ”
