That BoB to a shop kindly order'd the coach, (Ah, little I thought who the shopman would prove) To bespeak me a few of those mouchoirs de poche, Which, in happier hours I have sigh'd for, my love, (The most beautiful things-two Napoleons the price And one's name in the corner embroider'd so nice!) Well, with heart full of pleasure I enter'd the shop, But-ye Gods, what a phantom!-I thought I should drop There he stood, my dear DoLLY-no room for a doubt There, behind the vile counter, these eyes saw him stand, With a piece of French cambric, before him roll'd out, And that horrid yard-measure uprais'd in his band! Oh-Papa, all along, knew the secret, 'tis clear 'Twas a shopman he meant by a "Brandenburgh," dear! The man, whom I fondly had fancied a King, And, when that too delightful illusion was past, As a hero had worshipp'd-vile, treacherous thing To turn out but a low linen-draper at last! My head swam around-the wretch smil'd, I believe, But his smiling, alas, could no longer deceive- I fell back on BоB-my whole heart seem'd to wither And, pale as a ghost, I was carried back hither! I only remember that Boв, as I caught him, With cruel facetiousness said-" Curse the "Kiddy! "A staunch Revolutionist always I've thought "him, "But now I find out he's a Counter one, "BIDDY! Only think, my dear creature, if this should be known To that saucy, satirical thing, Miss MALONE! What a story 'twill be at Shandangan for ever! What laughs and what quizzing she'll have with the men! It will spread through the country-and never, oh, never Can BIDDY be seen at Kilrandy again! Farewell I shall do something desp'rate, I fear And, ah! if my fate ever reaches your ear, One tear of compassion my DOLL will not grudge To her poor--broken-hearted--young friend, BIDDY FUDge. Nota Bene--I'm sure you will hear with delight, That we're going, all three, to see BRUNET to-night. A laugh will revive me--and kind Mr. Cox (Do you know him?) has got us the Governor's box! |