The Farewell.
Not going abroad? What, to-morrow,
And to stay, goodness knows for how long?
Really, Jack, 'twould appear that dry sorrow
Had done even you, sir, a wrong.
It has? Ha, ha, ha! What a joke, sir!
Is it Mabel or Jenny or Nell?
I'm sure you are wrong,—hold my cloak, sir,—
Am I not an old friend? Come now, tell.
The prince of our set broken-hearted!