Then she beckons with a finger, and so down to her I reaches,

And puts my ear agin her mouth to hear her dying speeches,

For, poor soul! she has a husband and young orphans, as I knew;

Well, Ma'am, you won't believe it, but it's Gospel fact and true,

But these words is all she whispered—'Why, where is the powder blew?'"

["I'M NOT A SINGLE MAN."][30]

LINES WRITTEN IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM.

A pretty task, Miss S——, to ask

A Benedictine pen,

That cannot quite at freedom write