I see a dash above a dot,
Presenting to my contemplation
A perfect point of admiration!
An old gentleman named Gould, having married a young lady of nineteen, thus addressed his friend Dr. G. at the wedding festival:—
So you see, my dear sir, though eighty years old,
A girl of nineteen falls in love with old Gould.
To which the doctor replied,—
A girl of nineteen may love Gould, it is true,
But believe me, dear sir, it is Gold without U.
When Percy first published his collection of Ancient English Ballads, he was rather lavish in commendation of their beautiful simplicity. This provoked Dr. Johnson to say one evening, at the tea-table of Miss Reynolds, that he could rhyme as well and as elegantly in common narrative and conversation. “For instance,” said he,—