The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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Who shall describe her anguish--her remorse?
James Taylor was at once released, of course;
And Mrs. Jones, repentant, inly swore
Henceforth to carry, what she'd keep, before.
My tale is told--and, what is more, 'tis true:
I read it in the papers--so may you.
And this its moral: Mrs. Joneses all--
Though reticules may drop, and purses fall,
Though thieves may unprotected females hustle,
Never invest your money in a bustle.
STANZAS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.
PUNCH.
I.
ON A TEAR WHICH ANGELINA OBSERVED TRICKLING DOWN MY NOSE AT
DINNER
TIME.
Nay, fond one I will ne'er reveal
Whence flowed that sudden tear:
The truth 't were kindness to conceal
From thy too anxious ear.
How often when some hidden spring
Of recollected grief
Is rudely touched, a tear will bring
The bursting breast relief!
Yet 't was no anguish of the soul,
No memory of woes,
Bade that one lonely tearlet roll
Adown my chiseled nose:
But, ah! interrogation's note
Still twinkles in thine eye;