And breaks a pane of glass 'to match.'
The stone laid down beneath the shelf,
(More softly than if down itself,)
She goes, with just her general airs,
It takes—precisely as she wish'd;
And yet at last the poor girl's dish'd.
When all seemed well,—at least quite fairish,
In pops the Parson of the parish,—
Talks of the height, the situation,