Will be likely to fill you with woe.
No! ’tis only when several hours have flown,
That pale Nemesis steals from her lair,
And as on your pillow you fidget and groan,
You feel that “roast pig” is a snare!
F. B. Doveton.
Judy, March 9, 1881.
Believe me, that all these delusive alarms
That the Tories so recklessly float