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hment--gush. And Mary chose this for her play, Whenever he looked in her eye She'd blush and turn quickly away, And flitter and flutter and sigh. It was noticed he constantly sighed As she worked out the scheme she had planned-- A fact he endeavored to hide With his aristocratical hand. Old Pond was a farmer, they say, And so was old Tommy Morell, In a humble and pottering way They were doing exceedingly well. They both of them carried by vote The Earl was a dangerous man, So nervously clearing his throat, One morning old Tommy began: "My darter's no pratty young doll-- I'm a plain-spoken Zommerzet man-- Now what do 'ee mean by my Poll, And what do 'ee mean by his Ann?" Said B., "I will give you my bond I mean them uncommonly well, Believe me, my excellent Pond, And credit me, worthy Morell. "It's quite indisputable, for I'll prove it with singular ease, You shall have it in 'Barbara' or 'Celarent'--whichever you please. "You see, when an anchorite bows To the yoke of intentional sin-- If the state of the country allows, Homogeny always steps in. "It's a highly aesthetical bond, As any mere ploughboy can tell"-- "Of course," replied puzzled old Pond. "I see," said old Tommy Morell. "Very good then," continued the lord, "When its fooled to the top of its bent, With a sweep of a Damocles sword The web of intention is rent. "That's patent to all of us here, As any mere schoolboy can tell." Pond answered, "Of course it's quite clear;" And so did that humbug Morell. "It's tone esoteric in force-- I trust that I make myself clear?"-- Morell only answered "Of course,"-- While Pond slowly muttered, "Hear, hear." "Volition--celestial prize, Pellucid as porphyry cell-- Is based on a principle wise." "Quite so," exclaimed Pond and Morell. "From what I have said, you will see That I couldn't wed either--in fine, By nature's unchanging decree _Your_ daughters could never be _mine_. "Go home to your pigs and your ricks, My hands of the matter I've rinsed." So they take up their hats and their sticks, And _exeunt ambo_, convinced. [Illustration] ONLY A DANCING GIRL. Only a dancing girl, With an unromantic style, With borrowed color and curl, With fixed mechanical smile,
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