Even although it end in sorrow, from an Uncle, loved of yore—
From a useful, prosp’rous Uncle, who to me is worth a score.
Surely this, if nothing more!
(One verse omitted.)
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Up I got, and ope’d the shutter, when without the slightest flutter,
Sat a dissipated Tom-cat coolly down upon the floor;
Though he looked exceeding shady, not a moment stopped or stayed he,
But with impudence unheard of walked right to the bedroom door,
Perched upon a corner cupboard just beside my bedroom door,
Whisked his tail, and nothing more!