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LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th FEBRUARY 25
And the hour suggests eloping
Fly my thoughts to you again.
May my dreams be granted never ?
Must I aye endure affliction
In our wildest works of fiction ?
Madly Romeo loved his Juliet;
Copperfield began to pine
But their loves were cold to mine.
Give me hope, the least, the dimmest,
Ere I drain the poisoned cup:
Not to make that arsenic up!
And when, musing o'er my bones,
They'll be told, “Miss Sarah J—8.”
B is the Ball where the Angel was seen :
C is the Chaperone, who cheated at cards :
Jis the Juvenile who hurried to hand it:
K is the Kerchief, a rare work of art:
0 is the Olga (just then in its prime):
TO MRS. GOODCHILD.
THE night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow,
The boding bat flits by on sullen wing, And I sit desolate, like that one swallow"
Who found (with horror) that he'd not brought
spring: Lonely as he who erst with venturous thumb
Drew from its pie-y lair the solitary plum.
And to my gaze the phantoms of the Past,
The cherished fictions of my boyhood, rise : I see Red Ridinghood observe, aghast,
The fixed expression of her grandam's eyes; I hear the fiendish chattering and chuckling Which those misguided fowls raised at the Ugly
The House that Jack built-and the Malt that lay
Within the House—the Rat that ate the Malt
The Cat, that in that sanguinary way
Punished the poor thing for its venial faultThe Worrier-Dog-the Cow with crumpled hornAnd then—ah yes! and then—the Maiden all forlorn!
O Mrs. Gurton-(may I call thee Gammer?)
Thou more than mother to my infant mind! I loved thee better than I loved my grammar
I used to wonder why the Mice were blind, And who was gardener to Mistress Mary,
And what—I don't know still—was meant by
“Tota contraria," an "Arundo Cami"
Has phrased it—which is possibly explicit, Ingenious certainly—but all the same I Still ask, when coming on the word, 'What is