Autumn leaves . THE INTERCEPTED LETTER. A GENTLEMAN slts in his gay saloon, In his easy arm-chair,And probably would be quite alone, Were a lady not there. Why standeth that daughter, tearing a rose ? Why so anxious looks her hound ?How angrily, too, that father throws Uneasy glances round ! He is chiding, O fie ! his pretty child, For a letter of young love;She does nt look sorry, that maiden mild,the sweet dove ! The father is preaching of being discreet, And all that sort of thing,And holding aloft th intercepted sheet, As if it concealed a sting. Then he fumes and frets till his face grows
Autumn leaves . THE INTERCEPTED LETTER. A GENTLEMAN slts in his gay saloon, In his easy arm-chair,And probably would be quite alone, Were a lady not there. Why standeth that daughter, tearing a rose ? Why so anxious looks her hound ?How angrily, too, that father throws Uneasy glances round ! He is chiding, O fie ! his pretty child, For a letter of young love;She does nt look sorry, that maiden mild,the sweet dove ! The father is preaching of being discreet, And all that sort of thing,And holding aloft th intercepted sheet, As if it concealed a sting. Then he fumes and frets till his face grows red, But she only picks the demurely holds down her pretty head, While her dog holds up his nose. 144 AUTUMN LEAVES. The fatherly lecture is quite a bore, As such things always are;So she makes up her mind — not, to sin any more But to keep it from dear
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