Poems . sleep For even one half-hour of the long twen-ty-four ? the matter ? , she is — a matter, the more I consider about it, the more it demands An attention it does not deserve ; andexpands Beyond the dimensions which even crin-oline. When possessed by a fair face and saucyEighteen, Is entitled to take in this very small star, Already too crowded, as / think, by far. You read Malthus and Sadler ? Alfred. Of course. John. To what use,When you countenance, calmly, such monstrous abuseOf one mere human creatures legitimate spaceIn this world ? Mars, Apollo, Virorum ! the
Poems . sleep For even one half-hour of the long twen-ty-four ? the matter ? , she is — a matter, the more I consider about it, the more it demands An attention it does not deserve ; andexpands Beyond the dimensions which even crin-oline. When possessed by a fair face and saucyEighteen, Is entitled to take in this very small star, Already too crowded, as / think, by far. You read Malthus and Sadler ? Alfred. Of course. John. To what use,When you countenance, calmly, such monstrous abuseOf one mere human creatures legitimate spaceIn this world ? Mars, Apollo, Virorum ! the caseWholly passes my patience. own is worse tried. , Alfred ? this, if you doubt, and decide. John {reading the letter). I hear from Bigorre you are there. 1 ffm toldYou are going to marry Miss Darcy. Of old —What is this ? it on to the end, and you 11 know. John {continues reading). When we parted, your last words re-corded a vow — WTiMt you will . . .. Read (in to the exii ano yol li. know. — Page 13. LUCILE. 13 Hang it! this smells aU over, I swear,Of adventures and violets. Was it your hairYou promised a lock of ? on. You 11 discern. John {continues). Those letters I ask you, my lord, to re-turn. . Humph ! . . Letters ! ... the matter isworse than I guessed ; I have my misgivings — Alfred. Well, read out the rest,And advise. John. Eh ?. . Where was I ? . .{Continues.)Miss Darcy, forego one brief page from the sum-mer romanceOf her Egad ! a romance, for my part,I d forego every page of, and not breakmy heart! ! John {reading).And spare you one day frmn your placeAt her feet. . Pray forgive me the passing wish you had my place !(Heads.) I trust you will feciI desire nothing much. Vour friend ...Bless me ! Lucile ?The Comtesse de Nevers ? John. What will you do ? ask me just what I would ratherask you. cant go. Alfred.
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