A little more beef in your soup, dear cook,
A little less salt in your mush,
A little less water in coffee and tea,
And I to your table will rush!
A little more youth in your hens, dear cook,
A little less serving of hash,
A little improvement in lunch and dessert,
And I'll willingly pay you more cash!
No change in the cuisine has taken place, and I am afraid that these lines were not read in the right spirit by her to whom they were addressed; perhaps she never got them, - perhaps she used them for curl-papers, - perhaps (oh, bitter thought!) she cannot read!
I persuaded a young lady to copy my next valentine for me, which I humbly dedicated