Then, sneering, venomed darts pierced my lone, lone heart;

Then, mocking married fingers dragged me low,

But now I tune my liah to sweet extatic strains,

My teahs have all been shed, I am married now!

No gossip lean can wound me by her speech,

I, no humilitatin’ neveh more shall know;

Sorrow, stand off! I am beyond thy ghastly reach,

For Mrs. Betsey Slimpsey (formerly Bobbet) is married now!

Oh, mournful past, when I in Ingun file

Climbed single life’s, bleak, rocky, mounten’s brow,