One thing though; the Phrygian fashion
Is not _my_ ideal of dress.
They swear that they both love me dearly,
Their "best of old Autocrat Chaps!"
They are setting their Caps at me, clearly,
But,--well, _I don't quite like the Caps!_

* * * * *

THE CAPLESS MAID.

["The plaintiff gave evidence that she was engaged as a sort
of house and parlour-maid ... and was discharged after she
had been there nine days, because she refused to wear a
cap ... His Honour: I do not think she was bound to wear a
cap."--_Daily Paper_.]

What shall we do with our Maid?
How shall we treat her best?
Shall the gems that are rare be strewed in her hair?
And shall she in silks be drest?
Shall we make her a gift of gold?
Shall we make her our queen? Perhaps.
But whatever we make her, wherever we take her,
We never must make her wear caps.

Imperious, capless, supreme,
Do just as you please evermore;
And wear what you will, for we shall be
And never complain as before.