CONFUSION! WROTE a note an hour ago To Snip of Piccadilly. "Dear Sir," said I, "to dun me so Is obstinate and silly." Referring to an old account, I begged him to be lenient; I wrote a note an hour ago I crammed the paper full of love, Four pages full of passion; And cooed like any turtle-dove In true poetic fashion. K 146 CONFUSION! Capricious Fate (who ever gloats To Snip I've popped the question. AN UNEQUAL MATCH. MET a damsel in a dream, With sunny locks-ah, such a gleam! With eyes that pierced me through and through At ev'ry glance—ah, such a hue ! In waking hours my dream again Returns to bring me joy and pain.— I vainly prayed that cruel Fate The one in which I nursed my love. I dared not breathe my love aloud; And she the offspring of an Earl? 148 AN UNEQUAL MATCH. To share my meek and humble cot Would scarce have seemed her fitting lot. She might have deemed it infra dig. It would have been my doom, no doubt, To-night-as bedward I repair, T THE SUPER'S DREAM. 'VE played at the West, and I've played in the City; But never got on with my managers yet. Yet insist upon sending me on with a banner;- And why at the tail of my craft should I linger, When I feel that one flourish from Fate's little finger Processions heroic in panoply grand ;— And in all the great parts in the classical drama |