But when the lid was raised, Woman popp’d out of it.
“But Hope remain’d”—true, sir, she did; but still
All saw of what Miss Hope gave intimation;
Her right hand grasp’d an undertaker’s bill,
Her left conceal’d a deed of separation.
N. B. I was most horribly sea-sick when I took this view of the subject. Besides, grapes on shipboard, in general, are remarkably sour.
NOVEMBER 24.
“Manibus date lilia plenis;
Purpureos spargam flores!”
The squeaking pig was killed this morning.