[BOBBY’S CAMERA: SOME·EFFECTS·HE·GOT·WITH·IT.]
Thy hair, which once was black and bright,
Much worse than grey has grown;
Indeed, I scarce can say ’tis white,
For ’t has completely flown.
Those speaking eyes, which made me trust
In all you used to vow,
Are like two little specks of dust—
Alas! where are they now?
INTERESTING GROUP POSED FOR A PHOTOGRAPH.—I.
By a Friend of the Family.
INTERESTING GROUP POSED FOR A PHOTOGRAPH.—II.
The Valuable Result.
But, ah!—thy portrait of thy love
Is but a type, no doubt,
And serves its fickleness to prove,
For soon ’tis all wiped out.
Thy hair, thy whiskers, and thine eyes,
Moustachios, manly brow,
Have vanished as affection flies—
Alas!—where is it now?