A Him of Victory.
BY MRS. BETSEY SLIMPSEY knee BOBBET.
Fate, I defy thee! I have vanquished thee, old maid.
Dost ask why thus, this proud triumphant brow?
I answer thee, old Fate, with loud and joyful burst
Of blissful laughteh, I am married now!
Once grief did rave about my lonely head;
Once I did droop, as droops a drooping willow bough;
Once I did tune my liah to doleful strains;
’Tis past! ’tis past my soul! I am married now!