TO HIS MISTRESS.
From a Distracted Grammarian with "To Be" in his Bonnet.
With you, O Superlative Maiden,
There can no Comparison be;
And though Grammar makes "You" Second Person,
You are first of all Persons to me.
At Present my life is Imperfect
(Not Irregular, nota bené),
But with you for Auxiliary, dearest,
How Perfect our Future might be.
Considering my Antecedents,
Your Relatives can but Agree;
And since I'm Defective in Number,
You cannot Decline me, you see.
I sigh; but by mere Interjections
My Case cannot influenced be:
Then grant the Conjunction I plead for,
And so with your Subject agree.
Among the books with which the Prison Authorities should have supplied Mr. O'Brien ought to have been a copy of "The Breeches Bible." When he comes out, will he commence a suit against the Government?