Time, the old humourist, has a trick to-day
Of moving landmarks and of levelling down,
Till into Town the Suburbs edge their way,
And in the Suburbs you may scent the Town.
With _MOUNT ST._ thus approaching _MUSWELL HILL_,
And _CLAPHAM COMMON_ marching with the _MILE_,
You get a _HAMMERSMITH_ that _fills the bill_,
A _HAMPSTEAD_ with a serious sense of style.
So this fair creature, pictured in _THE ROW_,
As one of that 'gay adulterous world,' {79} whose round
Is by the _SERPENTINE_, as well would show,
And might, I deem, as readily be found
On _STREATHAM'S HILL_, or _WIMBLEDON'S_, or where
Brixtonian kitchens lard the late-dining air.