His afternoons he passed in visits, luncheons,

Lounging and boxing; and the twilight hour

In riding round those vegetable puncheons

Called "Parks," where there is neither fruit nor flower

Enough to gratify a bee's slight munchings;

But after all it is the only "bower"  ⁶⁰ (In Moore's phrase) where the fashionable fair

Can form a slight acquaintance with fresh air.