About nothing at all—"
She begg'd "he'd not think of repeating his call,
His late wife's disaster
By no means had past her,"
She'd "have him to know she was meat for his Master!"
Then, regardless alike of his love and his woes,
She turn'd on her heel as she turn'd up her nose.
Poor David in vain
Implored to remain,
He "dared not," he said, "cross the mountain again."