The Simple Life.

The Simple Life.
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“I’m wearied of the whirl,” quoth she,
“Henceforth the simple life for me.
Methinks it would be very wise
To take my breakfast ere I rise-
Of coffee just a single cup.”
(N. B. Her mother brought it up!)

“And when I’m dressed,” thus spoke the maid,
“I’ll hie me to the elm-tree’s shade,
And with a book I there will find
Sweet rest and comfort for the mind.”
And so in sylvan shade she read.
(N. B. Her mother made her bed.)

“A dainty lunch will suit me best- Salad with oil of Lucca dressed;
No steaming soup, nor heavy roast,
But broiled spring chicken served on toast.”
She ate it all and found it good.
(N. B. Her mother cooked the food.)

Then when the day at last was spent
Her mind was filled with sweet content;
She donned a dainty gown of white
With rosy ribbons all bedight,
And looked as fair as any rose.
(N. B. Her mother ironed her clothes!)

“I love the simple life,” quoth she;
“My heart from care is ever free;
A good night’s rest I’ll have, I know,
For prompt at nine to bed I’ll go.”
True to her word retired she then.
(N. B. Her mother worked till ten.