"It is to be a swell affair,
So she could safely set her snare
To catch the unsuspecting True,
Because he loves and loves but you."
So spake the mother to her child,
Who seemed delighted—almost wild—
To think that she could play her part
Without remorse or pain at heart.
The time rolled on, and days were spent
In fixing up for the event;
The rich were called from every side
To see Sarah—the would-be bride.
She sent a most bewitching note
For Dr. 'Lawrence to cast the vote,
Who'd be the Belle of honor, bright,
To bear the graces of the night.
The Doctor smiled, as he sat down
To answer it, without a frown;
And faithfully he did outline,
In characters most cute and fine: