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!