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 , William ! hist ! what means that air so gay? Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday: Thy hat is brushed ; thy hands, with wondrous pains, Are cleansed from garden mould and inky stains; Thy glossy shoes confess the lacquey's care; And recent from the comb shines thy sleek hair. What god, what saint, this prodigy has wrought ? Declare the cause, and ease my labouring thought?

John, faithful John, is with the horses come; Mamma prevails, and I am sent for home.