Alas! how sanguine are the fond and young—

She little thought, when with the coin she parted,

She paid a sixpence to be broken-hearted!

“WHEN WILL IT REACH LONDON?”

Too dear at any price—had she but paid

Nothing and taken discount, it was dear;

Yet, worthless as it was, the sweet-lipped maid

Oft kissed the letter in her brief career

Between the lower and the upper sphere,