And should you see Charles Lloyd, pray forget to give my love to him.
Yours truly, D'r Miss W.
C. LAMB.
June 2, 1804.
I send you two little copies of verses by Mary L—b:—
DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MOTHER AND CHILD
Child.
(Sings)
"O Lady, lay your costly robes aside,
No longer may you glory in your pride."
Mother.
Wherefore to day art singing in mine ear
Sad songs were made so long ago, my dear?
This day I am to be a bride, you know.
Why sing sad songs were made so long ago?
Child.
"O Mother lay your costly robes aside,"
For you may never be another's bride:
That line I learnt not in the old sad song.
Mother.
I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue;
Play with the bride maids, and be glad, my boy,
For thou shall be a second father's joy.
Child.
One father fondled me upon his knee:
One father is enough alone for me.
Suggested by a print of 2 females after Leo[nardo da] Vinci, called
Prudence & Beauty, which hangs up in our ro[om].