. Clebs the younger in search of a wife; or, The drawingroom troubles of Moody Robinson esquire. t would ask him to conduct the grafinn; At pic-nics, morning-calls, it made him groan Ever to find himself with her alone. But thus his friends contrived—as if compassion Urged them to aid his ill-assorted passion ; The lady joind the fun ; should eer his eye By chance meet hers, she struggled to look shy; Or to her rnouchoir or a trembling took, Or seemd to ask for pity in a look; In fact, indeed, she playd so well her part, That generous Moody took her grief to heart. He sought an explanation wit
. Clebs the younger in search of a wife; or, The drawingroom troubles of Moody Robinson esquire. t would ask him to conduct the grafinn; At pic-nics, morning-calls, it made him groan Ever to find himself with her alone. But thus his friends contrived—as if compassion Urged them to aid his ill-assorted passion ; The lady joind the fun ; should eer his eye By chance meet hers, she struggled to look shy; Or to her rnouchoir or a trembling took, Or seemd to ask for pity in a look; In fact, indeed, she playd so well her part, That generous Moody took her grief to heart. He sought an explanation with her friends, But all his explanation nothing mends. Some smiled, as if affecting to believe His protestations tendered to deceive ; Others spoke loudly, and took pity on her, Expressd surprise, and hinted much at honour. Moody felt crazed ; thought of murder, flight; At last declared hed do what they thought right. The thing grew serious, as most jokes do,So they deep counsel took to bear it through; Suppose they tell him all; no, thats a bother,Twere best to end one canard with Moodys first marriage. 153 The dame, tliey said, although it might surprise him,Would be contented could she mesmerise him. Moody, without disguise, was so much wornWith this affair, he was indeed forlorn ;He felt half-mad—whole weary of his life,To think his fate might find him such a wife ;So when she askd from him so slight ordealAs mesmerism—he scarcely thought it real. , The clique were met,The chairs were set,The circle formd aroundTo watch the rapport,And something more,The fun that they had found. And Moody was there, In an easy chair, But not in an easy mood ; Before him was seated The woman he hated, Till he thought he could take her blood. Her squat, fat figure(Like half-bleachd nigger)Was before him face to face ;And her knees touchd his,And her hapless phizWas from his but a little space. And he feels his liverCollapse with a shiver, 154 DRAWING-ROOM TROUBLES. As she touch
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