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Though clubs without number are suited to slumber, / How few (as has often been noted) / To rest and reposing, to dreaming and dozing, / Are quite so completely devoted / As that which is labelled, in language poetic, / The final resort of the peripatetic!
Here peace may be relished, in rooms unembellished / By portraits, by prints or engravings, / On sofas of leather, designed altogether / To satisfy somnolent cravings, / Where, clutching the _Times_ or the _Chronicle_ tightly, / A member may slumber in public politely.