So wise, so good, so moral she averr’d,
So clever, quite above the common run—
She made him sit by her, and call’d him son,
No matrimonial suit, e’en Duke’s or Earl’s,
So flatter’d her maternal feelings—none!
For mothers always think young men are pearls
Who come and throw themselves before their girls.
DECAPITATION.
And now, at warning signal from her finger,