As those I hear now flocking from their tea,

Led by the daughter of my landlady

Piano-ward. This day for all my moans,

Dry bread and water have been servéd me.

Behold the deeds that are done of Mrs. Jones!

III.

Miss Amabel Jones is musical, and so

The heart of the young he-boardér doth win,

Playing “The Maiden’s Prayer,” adagio

That fetcheth him, as fetcheth the banco skin