A Celebration of Women Writers

"The Vulgar Little Lady." by Ann Taylor (1782-1866)
Publication: Taylor, Jane & Taylor, Ann. Little Ann and Other Poems. London, New York: George Routledge & Sons, 1883. pp. 44-45.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

THE VULGAR LITTLE LADY.

"BUT, mamma, now, " said Charlotte, "pray, don't you believe
  That I'm better than Jenny, my nurse?
Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve;
  Her clothes are a thousand times worse.

"I ride in my coach, and have nothing to do,
  And the country folks stare at me so;
And nobody dares to control me but you
  Because I'm a lady, you know.

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"Then, servants are vulgar, and I am genteel;
  So really, 'tis out of the way,
To think that I should not be better a deal
  Than maids, and such people ase they. "

"Gentility, Charlotte," her mother replied,
  "Belongs to no station or place;
And there's nothing so vulgar as folly and pride,
  Though dress'd in red slippers and lace.

Not all the fine things that fine ladies possess
  Should teach them the poor to despise;
For 'tis in good manners, and not in good dress,
  That the truest gentility lies. "

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom