The Roxburghe ballads . ave left me to moan,Ever chaind, as I chose, to this Precious would surely sooner be crunchd and dead,Than be freed by a man—with Medusas head ! * * # *£* The Moral {impressive, for those who wish):Mermaidens are hybrids, half-women, half fish,Though some daifity people may choose the upper,Others relish the Salmon-end—soused, for supper :Our experience rebukes that of many a Lover,Who declareth he found the Sex fishy all over ! * * * gdT The /to-Moral runs, Leave them severely alone,If they fix their hearts love on Stock-fish or Load-stone!Ls all Chivalry dea
The Roxburghe ballads . ave left me to moan,Ever chaind, as I chose, to this Precious would surely sooner be crunchd and dead,Than be freed by a man—with Medusas head ! * * # *£* The Moral {impressive, for those who wish):Mermaidens are hybrids, half-women, half fish,Though some daifity people may choose the upper,Others relish the Salmon-end—soused, for supper :Our experience rebukes that of many a Lover,Who declareth he found the Sex fishy all over ! * * * gdT The /to-Moral runs, Leave them severely alone,If they fix their hearts love on Stock-fish or Load-stone!Ls all Chivalry dead ? since the Moderns say, Let them go to the Bow-wows, each in her ozvn way ! Nay, not so ! for our part, without favour or warrant,Our devoir shall be done, as a true Knight-Errant. J. WOODFALL Priory, Molash, \%th October, 1889. The /our Conditions of Woman full-grown,Maid, Wife, or Widow (Another* swell known),In this ancient woodcut are plainly shown :Let tin- Shrieking Sisterhood claim their fflatiantr, rt crs Drmotscllrs. TJ/HO says My Lady is too proud? She walks apart to shun the crowd, Seven,- in dignity and grace, With healthful beauty in her face : So self-assured in heart and mind, What leisure has s/u- to be kind. Kate flings abroad her wanton lure,I [yraen never proffers cure ;With jewels dazzling on her breast,Trick d out for show, a Jade confest: her smile to all the Town,Though Prue the gaunt precisian frown. anwhile, a Country Wife doth sit,I nvying Kate her saucy wit,Her paint and patches, rings and mTha; Sure Virtues not eno* • lam chaste, and meek, r. ved: But neither dainty-deckd nor love ,If I could win My Ladys race my prayer, she need not fear ; ? might she of slights complain,Or n fawning Satyrs feign : A Husband true and faithful Wife Grow dearer through their blended life.— .E. 129 <$roup of I5allati0 S^atvimonial $ ZntUS^auimonUU TENNY is poor, and I am poor,*?* Yet we will wed, so say 110 more ;And should the Bair
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