Upon the strand.
She wrote, with trembling heart and hand,
"The brave should ne'er
Desert the fair."
But the wave the moral washed away,
Ah, well-a-day! well-a-day!
A-day!—a-day!—a-day!
Reddy smiled and bowed, and thunders of applause followed; the doctor shouted "Splendid!" several times, and continued to write and take snuff voraciously, by which those who knew him could comprehend he was bent on mischief.
"What a beautiful thing that is!" said one.
"Whose is it?" said another.