3.
But when the pleasure-ground is seen,
Then what a burst comes on the view;
Its level walk, its shaven green,
For which a razor's stroke would do.
4.
Now, pray be cautious when you enter,
And curb your strides from much expansion;
Three paces take you to the centre,
Three more, you're close against the mansion.
5.
The mansion, cottage, house, or hut,
Call't what you will, has room within
To lodge the King of Lilliput,
But not his court, nor yet his queen.
6.
The kitchen-garden, true to keeping,
Has length and breadth and width so plenty;
A snail, if fairly set a-creeping,
Could scarce go round while you told twenty.
7.
Perhaps you'll cry, on hearing this,
What! everything so very small?
No; she that made it what it is
Has greatness that makes up for all.
Mr. Siddons passed some weeks at Westbourne, but, finding the rheumatism from which he suffered only relieved at Bath, he was obliged to reside there almost permanently. Bath did not agree with Mrs. Siddons, and the exigencies of her profession obliged her to live in London. This difference in their place of abode caused a rumour to get abroad that a formal separation had taken place. Mr. Boaden, indeed, states explicitly that Siddons became at this time somewhat impatient of the "crown matrimonial," while Campbell declares the report to be "absolutely unfounded."
