Thou still shalt be lamented!
For when thy parting sigh has flown,
Fond Mem’ry on thy grave shall give
A tear—to bid thy Virtues live!
Then—Smile, AND BE CONTENTED!
The FORTUNE-TELLER,
A GYPSY TALE.
Lubin and Kate, as gossips tell,
Were Lovers many a day;
Lubin the damsel lov’d so well,
That folks pretend to say