THE TALE OF CHLOE AN EPISODE IN THE HISTORY OF BEAU BEAMISH
By George Meredith
‘Fair Chloe, we toasted of old,
As the Queen of our festival meeting;
Now Chloe is lifeless and cold;
You must go to the grave for her greeting.
Her beauty and talents were framed
To enkindle the proudest to win her;
Then let not the mem’ry be blamed
Of the purest that e’er was a sinner!’
Captain Chanter’s Collection.