YOU NEVER WROTE.

You never wrote a single word, though I

Sent prompt congratulations in a note,

You gave my well-meant greetings the go-by—

You never wrote.

Do you remember when we took a boat,

And slowly drifted 'neath a summer sky?

Perhaps you don't. In fact, perhaps, you vote

Such memories a bore. You can't deny

That, politician-like, you turned your coat,

In fine, you jilted me. Is not that why

You never wrote?

Mrs. R. heard in Scotland that Monson was always a bit of a scapegoat.