in;
For, married, the dreams of her girlhood fell short all,
And she found that her husband was only a mortal.

Dear ladies, betray us--
Fast and loose play us--
We'll follow you still like bereaved Menelaus,
Till the little blind god with his cruel shafts slay us.
Cold-blooded as I am,
If a son of old Priam
Should break the Mosaic commands and defy 'em,
And elope with my "pet," and moreover my riches,
I would follow the rogue if I went upon crutches
To the plains of old Troy without jacket or breeches.
But then I'm so funny
If he'd give up the money,
He might go to the dogs with himself and his "Honey."

The lovers agreed
That the hazardous deed
Should be done in the dark and with very great speed,
For Mr. McNair--when the fellow came back--
Might go crazy and foolishly follow their track.
So at midnight should wait
At her garden-gate
A carriage to carry the dear, precious freight
Of Mrs. McNair who should meet Captain Brown
At the Globe Hotel in a neighboring town.
A man should be hired
To convey the admired.
And keep mum as a mouse, and do what was desired.

Wearily, wearily half the night
The lady watched away;
At times in a spirit of sadness quite,
But fully resolved on her amorous flight,
She longed to be under way;
Yet with sad heaving heart and a tear, I declare,
As she sorrowfully thought of poor Mr. McNair.

"Poor fellow," she sighed,
"I wish he had died
Last spring when he had his complaint in the side
For I know--I am sure--it will terribly grieve him
To have me elope with the Captain and leave him.
But the Captain--dear me!
I hardly can see
Why I love the brave Captain to such a degree:
But see--there's the carriage, I vow, at the gate!
I must go--'tis the law of inveterate fate."
So a parting look
At her home she took,
While a terrible conflict her timid soul shook;
Then turned to the carriage heart-stricken and sore,
Stepped hastily in and closed up the door.
"Crack!" went the whip;
She bit her white lip,
And away she flew on her desperate trip.
She thought of dear Brown; and poor Mr. McNair--
She knew he would hang himself straight in despair.

She sighed
And she cried
All during the ride,
And endeavored--alas, but she could not decide.
Three times she prayed;
Three times she essayed
To call to the driver for pity and aid--
To drive her straight
To her garden-gate,
And break the spell of her terrible fate.
But her