Mr Gum and the Dancing Bear

Written in London 12th January, 1837, on Fraulein Theresa Schmidt, an opera dancer, as Columbine. Night after night I've fed my eyes, On sweet "Theresa Schmidt, Fraulein," And marvell'd how cold Northern skies Could mould so fair a Columbine. No verse, no rhyme could tell my mind, To vent the praise my heart would breathe, But she's an English girl I find, And bears the vulgar name of Smith. But whatso'er her name may be, No Roman dancer could surpass, The way she shows her open C, And flourishes her jutting arse. Yes — whatso'er the name she bear, No graces, no celestial nymphs, Can grant to men a sight more fair, Of paradise a clearer glimpse. Let others rave of Taglioni, Dancers from Florence or from France, But give Theresa for my money, She shines the goddess of the dance. The sculptor modelling naked truth, Array'd in Eve's celestial dress, May find her here in blaze of youth, In all her native loveliness. Pure English are the parts she shews, Although she's call'd Theresa Schmidt; What's in a name? A bright moss rose By any other name's as sweet! LADY POKINGHAM, OR THEY ALL DO IT; Giving an account of her Luxurious Adventures, both before and after her Marriage with Lord Crim-Con. part IV. (Continued.) My partner was far too impetuous to heed my faint remonstrances, and in spite of all I could do to keep my thighs closed his venturesome hand soon took possession of my heated cunny. "If I die I must have you, darling lady," he whispered in my ear, as he suddenly forced me quite back on the sofa, and tried to raise my clothes. "Ah! No! No! I shall faint ...»