On she came--such as I saw her in my dream.
Grace was in all her steps--heaven in her eye;
In every gesture dignity and love.--MILTON.
A slipshod and tailorlike-looking old scarecrow, with spectacles on
nose, and wearing a scarlet nightcap, is viewing with idiotic rapture
the advent of a fat, inebriated, and dishevelled bacchante of mature
charms, who, with a decanter in one hand and a glass in the other, is
staggering into the chamber, to the amusement of a pretty servant-maid
outside. The ancient dotard is making a parody on the quotation: 'On
she came--such as I saw her in my dream. _Grease_ was in all her
steps--Geneva in her hand; and every gesture reeling ripe for fun!'
_Circa 1810._ _Cries of London._ Thirty plates.