“She shall know,” cried the girl, as she brandished her bough,
“Of the loving intentions you bore me;
But since you’re in haste for the kiss, you’ll allow,
That you’d better run forward and give it my cow,
For she, at the rate she is scampering now,
Will reach Acton some minutes before me.”
Horace Smith.
THE JESTER CONDEMNED TO DEATH
One of the Kings of Scanderoon,
A royal jester,