Last year, Dear Friends, we met "At Home,"
And now "Abroad" we mean to roam:
With all who choose to spare the time
We'll wander to a neighbouring clime.
Nor need you leave your own fireside,
For with fair Fancy for our guide,
Our winged thoughts, in swallow-flight,
Shall cross the Channel smooth and bright:
And in despite of wind or weather,
We'll make our little tour together.
Now on our Pictures you shall look:—
To you we dedicate our Book.