Some dark night in High Holborn—
And the puffs may bear your corpse
To the doctors, Hal Colburn!
From The National Omnibus. November 25, 1831.
We Met—’Twas in St. Giles.
We met, ’twas in St. Giles, Ah my poor bosom flutter’d—
He spoke, so full of smiles—though a little he stutter’d.
He said, “Ah, how d’ye do,” but I could not say “Thank’ee!”
I looked so very blue, and he look’d so lankey.