Fish-mongress

Simple Sandford took his eel / To an old fish-mongress: / “ ’Tis is no conger-eel,” she said, / “But it is a Congress.”

Good Mère Lollier wished to make a fish-mongress of her; mademoiselle spurned the proposal. What! she, a genius, a beauty, a divine voice, waste her life on horrid, ill-smelling fish?

This latter class at the time possessed the delicacy of the Hamburg fish-mongress of to-day.