. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. He frftted all the way to Stroud,And thence all back to town ; The course of love was never his went up and down. At last her coldness made him pine To merely bones and skin,But still he loved like one resolved To love through thick and tbia. * O Mary ! view my wasted back, And see my dwindled calf;Though I have never had a wife, Ive lost my better half. Alas ! in vain he still assaild,Her heart withstood the diut j Though he had carried sixteen ston«^He could not move a flint. Worn out. at l.,st he made a vowTo break his beings
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. He frftted all the way to Stroud,And thence all back to town ; The course of love was never his went up and down. At last her coldness made him pine To merely bones and skin,But still he loved like one resolved To love through thick and tbia. * O Mary ! view my wasted back, And see my dwindled calf;Though I have never had a wife, Ive lost my better half. Alas ! in vain he still assaild,Her heart withstood the diut j Though he had carried sixteen ston«^He could not move a flint. Worn out. at l.,st he made a vowTo break his beings link; 124 JOHN DA Y. For he was so reduced in sizeAt nothing he could shrink. Now some will talk in waters praise, And waste a deal of breath,l!ut John, though he drank nothing else^ He drank himselt to death. The cruel maid that caused his love Found out the fatal close,For looking in the butt, she saw The butt-end of his woes. Some say his spirit haunts the CrowOj But that is only talk—For after riding all his hie, His ghost objects to walk. P. The Bux Seat. 425
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