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fter. So time slipped by until my call, For out of the professions I chose the Bar as best of all, And joined the Loamshire Sessions. The reason for it was that there Her father, short and pursy, Doled out scant justice in the chair And even scanter mercy. As Holofernes lost his head To Judith of Bethulia, So I fell victim, but instead Of Judith it was Julia. My speech left juries in the dark, Of Julia I was thinking, And once I heard a coarse remark About a fellow drinking. I practised verse in leisure time Both in and out of season, It was indubitably rhyme, Occasionally reason. I lacked the cheek to tell my woes, Had not concealment fed on My damask cheek, but left my nose With twice its share of red on? Too horrible was this suspense, At last, in desperation I went to Loamshire on pretence Of death of a relation. The Squire was beaming; "Julia's gone To London for a visit, But with a wedding coming on That's not surprising, is it? "Old friends like you will think, no doubt, That she is young to marry, But ever since she first came out, She's been engaged to Harry." Her Letter in Chambers I sat by the fire and watched it blaze, And dreamed that she wrote me a letter, And for that dream to the end of my days To Fancy I owe myself debtor. Next day there came the postman's knock, The morning was bright and sunny, And showed me a sheaf of circulars, stock Attempts to get hold of my money. 'Mid correspondence of this dull kind A dainty notelet lay hidden, It seemed as though it had half a mind To consider itself forbidden. The writing was like herself, complete, With a touch of her queenly bearing, So Venus wrote when she ordered in Crete Her doves to take her an airing. Inside it was just as promising, 'Twas a pressing invitation To dine at her house to-morrow, and bring My book for her approbation. For I have published, be it confessed, A little volume of verses, And in the volume whatever is best The praise of herself rehearses. I sit by the fire, and again I dream A happier dream than ever, I see her beautiful eyes soft gleam As she mu
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