But always in a nice intrigue.
The worst mishap that comes to pass
Is when you break a looking-glass;
For could invention stretch like leather,
You ne'er can 'jine the bits together.'
But still excuses may be had,—
I'll tell you one that 'shan't be bad;'
The girl, you'll say, deserved a pension,
Although it failed, for the invention.
The glass she smashes all to shivers,