LXXXIX.

"That Lady is my wife!" Much wonder paints

The lady's changing cheek, as well it might;

But where an Englishwoman sometimes faints,

Italian females don't do so outright;

They only call a little on their Saints,

And then come to themselves, almost, or quite;

Which saves much hartshorn, salts, and sprinkling faces,

And cutting stays, as usual in such cases.

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