And some other girls, too! in what sad plight you are;
My darling; has aught gone amiss with the jar?"
In a mournful voice Ophelia replied at once:—
"Dear godmother! my woes are great,
And miserable is my fate:
The jar is broken! and I am
Both 'out of luck' and 'out of' jam!
This cruel tyrant, whom I wed
(I would I'd been at Bath instead!)
His senses managed to recover,