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And that chill Nova-Scotia's unpromising strand
Farewell to the few I have left with regret.
But, Douglas ! while thus I endear to my mind
But see !—the bent topsails are ready to swell — To the boat-I am with thee-Columbia, farewell !
TO LADY H
VAN OLD RING FOUND AT TUNBRIDGE-WELLS.
Tunbridge-Wells, August 1805. WHEN Grammont graced these happy springs,
And Tunbridge saw, upon her pantiles,
That ever ruled these gay gallant isles;
At eve they did as we may do,
And lovely Stewart smiled like you !
That woman then, if man beset her, Was rather given to saying “yes,"
Because as yet she knew no better! Each night they held a coterie,
Where every fear to slumber charmed, Lovers were all they ought to be,
And husbands not the least alarmed ! They called up all their school-day pranks,
Nor thought it much their sense beneath To play at riddles, quips, and cranks,
And lords showed wit, and ladies teeth. As—“Why are husbands like the Mint?”
Because, forsooth, a husband's duty Is just to set the name and print
That give a currency to beauty. "Why is a garden's wildered maze
Like a young widow, fresh and fair?" Because it wants some hand to raise
The weeds which “have no business there !” And thus they missed, and thus they hit,
And now they struck, and now they parried, And some lay in of full-grown wit,
While others of a pun miscarried. 'Twas one of those facetious nights
That Grammont gave this forfeit ring For breaking grave conundrum rites,
Or punning ill, or--some such thing.