In melting verse your charms I drew, Spoke only what had been indicted! Oh! when that form, a lovely one, A chance of hanging on your own too. You said you picked me from the world, You've picked me--and you've picked a pocket! Oh! when our love had got so far, The banns were read by Dr. Daly, Who asked if there was any bar— Why did not some one shout "Old Bailey?" But when you robed your flesh and bones And when the parson came to say, My goods were yours, if I had got any, And you should honor and obey, Who could have thought-"O Bay of Botany." But, oh-the worst of all your slips HE has shaved off his whiskers and blackened his brows, Wears a patch and a wig of false hair— But it's him-Oh it's him!-we 've exchanged lovers' vows, He had beautiful eyes, and his lips were the same, Like a Lord or a Marquis he looked, when he came, If I lived for a thousand long years from my birth, How he loved me beyond the rich women of earth, When he kissed me and bade me adieu with a sigh, Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-bye No. III. I'd be a Parody.”—BAILEY. WE met―'t was in a mob—and I thought he had done me And once again we met—and an old pal was near him, |