For years not a moment of peace have I had.”
This is the first verse of a long and curiously prophetic poem which appeared in Truth, December 18, 1879. The remaining verses are not given as they do not parody Dr. Watts.
The Rinker.
’Tis the voice of the rinker, I heard her complain,
You have stopped me too soon, I’ll go skating again,
As the door on its hinges, so she on her skates,
Turns gracefully, and expectantly waits.
A little more skating, a little more rinking,
Thus she wastes half her days, and her hours without thinking