LVIII.

A neat, snug study on a winter's night,[FB]A book, friend, single lady, or a glass

Of claret, sandwich, and an appetite,

Are things which make an English evening pass—

Though certes by no means so grand a sight

As is a theatre lit up by gas—

I pass my evenings in long galleries solely,[FC] [289]And that's the reason I'm so melancholy.

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