** "Nymphs of mountain, not of valley, we are wont to call the muses— "And in nympholeptic climbing, poets pass from mount to star." —Lady Geraldine's Courtship.
You know, Charley, 'where I saw my Marianne (first) in
Belgravia;
And (secundo) how I loved her, with more love than
kith and kin do:
(Tertio) how I won,—and wed her,—yestermorn; and
her behaviour
You shall hear in five words—last night she exodus'd
BY THE WINDOW!!=
O! my Charley, you remember, on that cold fifth of