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Rh And said, "Ah, Heaven!"—then, "Mademoiselle,

Delay one minute, and all is well!"

He went; returned; by what good chance

These things are managed so well in France

I cannot say—but he made the sale,

And the bob-tailed mare had a flowing tail.

All that is false in this world below

Betrays itself in a love of show;

Indignant Nature hides her lash

In the purple-black of a dyed moustache;

The shallowest fop will trip in French,

The would-be critic will misquote Trench;

In short, you're always sure to detect

A sham in the things folks most affect;

Bean-pods are noisiest when dry,

And you always wink with your weakest eye:

And that 's the reason the old gray mare

Forever had her tail in the air,

With flourishes beyond compare—

Though every whisk

Incurred the risk