  "Mamma, dear mamma," cried in haste Mary Anne, As into the parlour she eagerly ran, "I hear that a giant is just come to town, So tall, he is often obliged to stoop down; Oh, pray let us see him, oh, do let us go; Indeed, dear mamma, he's a wonderful show." "You are earnest, my love, and shall not be denied," Her truly affectionate mother replied. "A lady this morning has also arrived Yet is in a number of ways as expert As if she were able these limbs to exert. "We'll visit Miss Beffin to-morrow, and then I'll speak of the giant and lady again; You are not mistaken, his overgrown size We cannot behold without feeling surprise, Whilst Beffin's example most forcibly stands A silent rebuke to all—indolent hands." |
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