MARTIAL IN TOWN. THE SERVANT OUT OF LIVERY. Dandle! when thou art asked abroad, It is not for thy wit reward: We know that thou canst draw a cork; In carving, use thy knife and fork; Canst hand the tea-cups round at tea, And hold an urchin on each knee; Canst sort the cards, set tables right, And see old ladies home at night: With talents of such vast display, Thou'rt but a servant for the day!