As she thought—and the voice grew a squeak.
Hast thou no voice, O Pique?
Thou hast, uncommonly shrill:
And I know that a Maiden meek
May grow to a wife with a will.
Ah, misery comes, and miscarriage,
To all who wear fleshly fetters;
She's made a Capital marriage—
I mourn in Capital Letters.
Punch, October 17, 1874.