She rated well the policeman, which made poor Charley queer,
Who once more took his old drab coat to wipe away a tear.
“He turn’d and left the spot; O do not deem him weak;
A sly old chap this Charley was, though tears were on his cheek.
Go watch the lads in Fetterlane, where oft you’ve made them fear;
The hand, you know, that takes a bribe, can wipe away a tear.”
Here is one stanza by a composer with whom the writer of this article made acquaintance:—
“Pale was the light of the Pole-axe star,
When breakers would hide them so near.
But Love is the ocean of hunters far,