A Description of the Morning

         &n bsp;    1Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach

           &n bsp;  2Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach.

           &n bsp;  3Now Betty from her master's bed had flown,

           &n bsp;  4And softly stole to discompose her own.

           &n bsp;  5The slip-shod 'prentice from his master's door

           &n bsp;  6Had par'd the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor.

           &n bsp;  7Now Moll had whirl'd her mop with dext'rous airs,

           &n bsp;  8Prepar'd to scrub the entry and the stairs.

         &n bsp;    9The youth with broomy stumps began to trace

            10The kennel-edge, where wheels had worn the place.

            11The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep;

            12Till drown'd in shriller notes of "chimney- sweep."

            13Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet;

         &n bsp;  14And brickdust Moll had scream'd through half a street.

            15The turnkey now his flock returning sees,

         &n bsp;  16Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees.

            17The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands;

            18And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.