Once more grew pointless, jokeless, laughless, growlless—
And at last, not least of rescued blessings, love!
Love smiled on me again, when I assumed
A brand new chapeau of the Melton build;
And then the laugh was mine, for, then out came
The secret of this strangeness—’twas a bet,—
A friend had laid me fifty pounds to ten,
Three years I would not wear it—and I did!
Anonymous.