When I again at home am found.’”
“I thought you meant to try your own powers of rhyming,” said Kate. “I am glad you have not, for I know you could not do nearly as well as the writer you quote; and I am sure you have not half as feeling a heart. But we have had enough.”
This was an unlucky speech of Kate’s; for it gave Mr. Temple an opportunity of doing still worse.
“A feeling heart!” he repeated: “well, I don’t know about that; her feelings seem to have been mixed, for she says,—
‘Alas! ’tis my unhappy fate
To see on board a man I hate:
I know I should not be so mad;
But he behaves so very bad.’
Now, I am in a much more amiable frame of mind; for I do not see in this present company a single person whom it is ‘my unhappy fate’ to hate. How is it with you, Maggie?”