THE MARRIAGE OF SIR FREDERICK BOORE.
NOT a laugh was heard, not a time-worn jest,
In the brougham in which we were carried;
Not one displayed himself at his best,
For our friend was going to be married.
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Calmly and sadly we stood that day,
To the sorrowful end of the story;
But when all was o'er he hurried away,
And left us alone in our glory.
HOCKWOOD.