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 The winter sky began to frown; Poor Stella must pack off to town: From purling streams and fountains bubbling; To Liffy's stinking tide at Dublin: From wholesome exercise and air, To sossing in an easy chair: From stomach sharp, and hearty feedings To piddle like a lady breeding: From ruling there the household singly, To be directed here by Dingley : From every day a lordly banquet, To half a joint, and God be thanked: From every meal Pontack in plenty, To half a pint one day in twenty: From Ford attending at her call, To visits of — — — From Ford, who thinks of nothing mean, To the poor doings of the Dean: From growing richer with good cheer, To running out by starving here. But now arrives the dismal day; She must return to Ormond Quay. The coachman stopt; she look'd, and swore The rascal had mistook the door: At coming in, you saw her stoop; The entry brush'd against her hoop: Each moment rising in her airs, She curst the narrow winding stairs: Began a thousand faults to spy; The ceiling hardly six feet high; The